It took only a few seconds for Mike's mind to agree but he pretended to be thinking about it for a few minutes, absorbing all the attention from the rest of the family before giving in and saying, "OK, Lets go!" As Mike climbed back into the driver’s seat and started the motor, Deb turned toward her son still sitting next to her. She put her hand on his leg and noticed a tremendous bulge in her son's pants. Her mind flashed back to the vision minutes before of her son and his huge cock. Instantly she was wet again and she couldn't help wonder what it would feel like to have her son's cock in her wet pussy. Ashamed of what she was thinking she looked up into her son's eyes. "We'll talk later," was all she could manage to say before getting up and walking to the front to sit with her husband. It took two days of driving to get to the farm and during those two days Deb notice that her oldest son Chris, spent a lot of time in the toilet. She was so horny, she knew she would positively rape her husband the first chance she got. That one thought, of raping a man, excited her so much that her pussy gushed with eagerness. Deb squeezed her thighs together to prolong the tingling in her pussy lips and try to stop her pussy from wetting the passenger's seat. "Thank goodness we're only a couple hours from masturbating the farm and only a few more hours till I have Mike alone in bed," Deb thought. She closed her eyes and the image of her son's cock reappeared. Each time Deb visualized her son posing naked, the size of his cock grew longer and thicker. The mobile home rumbled and bounced down the road, as she envisioned her son's cock now the twink size of a baseball bat. Finally Deb fell asleep, dreaming about the baseball size cock making love to her body, unable to prevent it from taking her, and secretly hoping it would never stop. When they arrived at the farm house, the kids were out the door before the mobile home stopped. Deb and her husband stretched as they got out and started up the gay stairs to wanking the front porch of the farm house. As they got to the front door, they heard someone calling from the barn across the yard. jerking Deb turned with her husband to see a strikingly handsome man running towards them waving his hand in the air. "Do you think that could be Jeff?" Deb said to her husband Mike. "I guess we'll find out," Said Mike "I knew you would come. Washington nods, pushing himself against my finger so it lunges deeper. She begged her mom to let them eat her or to let her play with them. Is this normal?" Shit, I gotta go some drunk is hitting on my client." “Okay” He chuckled as he helped me mount up, “Every other time will tide me over.” The Bosun had entered, he saw her back, I heard him curse as sailors will. Four months of co-solitary confinement will challenge the sanity of the most devoted lovers. I parted my lips, forming an "O" and slipped my lips masturbating around his head and down a few inches. “That would be nice, but where?” “Son of a bitch, you are quite the little minx. She stated that in their society they aren't allowed to wear clothes. The naked mother felt an overpowering surge of affection. Either way I was happy. He told her to stay still and started to cup her right breast. A minute later Sara eased Red up beside the big Kenworth. I wanking left just the head of my cock between her lips and ran my hand across head, stroking her soft silky hair. They were all smoking, drinking and laughing, as if the hellish debauchery surrounding them were nothing but a picnic. She stopped twink for a second to breathe and flexed her cunt. The main purpose of John’s visit was for me to have a second man for sex, something I jerking expect every month gay or so. I licked my lips, my pussy growing wetter and wetter. “Get up!” She commanded. She nodded, unable to speak. She wished she had a brother . . . Little drops of heat that made me shudder.