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„So, how does it feel to get fucked by your son?“ - his irony slaps me on the face and my first reaction is to turn and really slap him. Impudent and condescending piece of shit, who do you think you are?! My knees shiver and the only thing I can hold on, so I don’t fall, is his neck. I hang on it like I’m somebody who’ve been drowning and is now learning how to breath again. He takes me gently and presses me against his body. He removes the wet tres on my face and kisses me. I close my eyes and I want to fall asleep in his arms…

I saw him first. His was walking with his head leant, talking on his cel phone. With me. Obviously he didn’t like to gaze in the crowd. He looked differently on the photo, but he definitely didn’t look like a kid. I knew it already from his voice. Low and thick, lazy drawling. A voice that makes you want to sink in it. My feet crossed unconsciously and my pussy tightened up. Then he spotted me. His look scans me from my tiny blue shoes to my smile. He looked pleased. He wasn’t wasting words with his comment on my photo. We walked next to each other, as if we’ve been knowing each other for years. I don’t remember what we talked about, but it was interesting. He didn’t rush to touch me, but the closeness between us did it instead. He didn’t take me to a cafe or a hotel. We were circling the alies in the park and we couldn’t sense the wind (at least it wasn’t raining). When sat on a bench for a while, it was already dark. He hugged, so I’m not cold and continued talking. It’s been a while since somebody has talked to me that much, without making me bored of listening to him. He smell was reminding me of caramel and sea.

I tuck my hands under his jacket. His young body as hot under the thin sweater. His muscles shivered in answer to my fingers. He has stopped talking and was crassing my neck. Like a student on a first date. He didn’t have anything of the cocky verbal hooligan, who threatened to fuck my brains out. I was playing with the buckle on his belt and suddenly it clicked open. I slid my hand inside and felt the moist top. He helped me with the buttons and my palm ebraced it like a glove. It wasn’t very hard, but it was moving like a little animal, that’s looking for its place. I bent and tasted the moist with the tip of my tongue. Tasty. I would never blow a man, before I’ve liked the sex with him. Seems that I have forgotten what’s that I never do. I licked the ring around the head and it started to grow between my lips. I continued to undress it until it’ smooth hardness stopped down my throat. Somebody moved behind us and he stopped me, lift up my head and started kissing me passionately, as if he’s going to hide what was happening.

The footsteps fallen. The romance is over. He grabbed me strongly by the elbow and anlmost dragged me into the bushes. The grass was moist and slippery, I almost felt. He leaned me on one tree and pushed me, so I’d bent down with my back against him. He lifted up my skirt, and slid his fingers on my stockings and pulled my panties aside. The elastic material insiced in my clit and his fingers were digging, burrowed down the wet slit. His cock impaled me like red hot iwon and he started to rip my pussy hard. He grabbed my hair with one hand, still pulling my panties with the other, which burnt my clit and I screamed. He put his hand on my mouth and continued to ram his cock inside of me. I was whining and biting his palm, my eyes started running from my incapability to scream and the orgasm was unstoppable. He also. I couldn’t see, I couldn’t hear, I was just feeling the waves, which took me away, I don’t know where. I didn’t understand how I found myself on my knees and his cock was continuing to ram my mouth in his rhythm, as if it was my cunt. I heard his breathing becoming a roar, just before he grabbed my head and pulled it against him. His body stretched like a string and his cock sunk deep down my throat. We were standing still, only the slow pulsing drops of cum measured the timelessness.

And as if from another planet I hear: „So, how does it feel to get fucked by your son?“. I don’t understand. I don’t have a son. Or do I now?…