A Dream Come True

"This Sunday when you look up at me singing in the choir I'm going to be completely naked under the robes thinking about doing this as soon as we get home," I whisper as I feel myself losing any of the inhibitions that will hold me back from enjoying myself now.

I can tell he's already on the verge of ejaculating, and as much as this would be the death knell for a night of passion like my friends tell me about their lovemaking with their husbands for me this is just getting the first of at least a few more before the night finally ends for us. Resiliency at his age is just so amazing, and I remember how Jack and I would go for hours sometimes as I methodically drained him again and again with so little ease. I wonder how that poor wretch on the island stranded with a husband and four horny boys managed to divide her time between all of them, and even more shockingly did she let them watch as she turned them into men? It's just too late for me not to become the slut that will do things to this cock that I'm sure he's only seen in videos, and as much as Amy Schafer may have shown her pussy to him I doubt she really knew how to use it to its fullest potential yet. After all she's still only a kid, and it takes plenty of practice to be able to milk these beasts before you can honestly say you truly know what you are doing.

"I can't hold it any longer," my ears pick up the words that just make my hand and mouth begin that frantic race to finish off this throbbing piece of flesh and ends its agony in such a way that will fill my mouth entirely with its salty treat.

This is exactly what has been missing from my life for so long now, and as I feel his thighs tensing because he's about explode and officially consummate our union I hope he's fully aware of the consequences of what we're both doing together now. I'm his lover for better or worse now, and I won't tolerate an Amy Schafer or any other skinny divas' mouth or pussy doing to him what I'm doing, and if he can't accept that then it's his loss. Of course I'm not exactly thinking straight either, and as I taste the first of the many morsels of semen that I will feast on I just know that my insatiable thirst for him and this rock hard beast will only increase as he takes me more and more.

"I need this," I say almost in a whisper as I break myself free and allow my face and hair to be pasted with his thick white cream.

It's just how obvious by the look on his face how shocked he is by how I've transformed myself from the shy timid creature he's been so accustomed to seeing all these years into one of the girls in the videos who sometime take on two or more lovers at the same time. My only fear now is that he'll lose all respect for me in the morning once he fully comprehends how insatiable I am, and if I even sense a shred of disrespect from him then this night will be the last pleasure we'll ever have together. But something tells me that won't happen because in so many ways he's just like me, and a mother knows her own child in a way a girlfriend or even a wife never will.

"You goanna take care of me," I say so sheepishly just like a child asking a parent with all their vulnerability's being totally exposed.

"Of course I will," he replies as tears begin to fill my eyes because I know he's aware of just how defenseless I am now.

"Good," is all I say as I let my tongue glide up and down his still rigid member scraping off the last of the sticky treat that I've already become so thoroughly addicted too.

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