My son has a cock that measures seven and three quarters in girth and ten and a half inches in length. I know. I measured it one evening as I playfully sucked his cock. Chris isn't actually my son. He is my husband's son. But, he has always called me mom.Today Chris is twenty-four and I'm forty-seven.Chris and I don't date. We are more like each other's booty call. We have an agreement that fits us well. I'm not saying we...

We all do things we regret and hope they don't come back to haunt us. That is me. You see, I'm a forty-two-year-old happily married woman to a man that loves me. We have built a good life together over the last twenty years. It's the second marriage for both of us. Neither mine nor my husband's first marriages lasted all that long. Both less than five years. Mine, I was too young, and his wife died. I spend my days workin...

Brianna smiled lightly to herself as she set her phone down and casually went back to chopping vegetables for dinner watching her guests outside as she stood at the kitchen island. When she saw the shadow from behind her she took a step back and leaned forward a bit bracing herself on the kitchen island. "You wanting something?" Corban chuckled as he slid Brianna's sundress up her well-defined legs. "Yes." Brianna smiled...