"Yes, I'm sorry, but I must honestly confess that I would have liked to drink up those cock-juices, too but the cock belonged to my own father. My mother had a right to it. I didn't. I'd have to wait until I found a guy in New York, the right kind of guy, with a big, juicy prick, and a taste for a big, juicy cunt like mine.
"In the meantime, the curtain was rising on Scene Two of the present drama, thrilling me with anticipation. I saw my mom, stark naked and beautiful, considering her thirty-eight years, leap up on the bed and spread her legs wide, beckoning. Her cunt was fully exposed, displaying all of the delicate-pink inner meat of the cunt-lips, and the erected knob of her clit, and the gaping, juice-filled hole, all glistening and steaming with the heat of her tremendous passion.
"Of course, it was an invitation that my dad couldn't resist. In a flash, he was sprawled above her, burying his face in her wide-open cunt and lowering his big, throbbing cock into her eager, waiting mouth. Then I heard the furious slurping as they both commenced to suck away at each other's organ. It reminded me of a watermelon-eating contest I had witnessed the summer before. Only this scene between my parents was ten times more impassioned and a thousand times more exciting.
"Obviously, their frenzied licking and sucking had a single goal now: to make each other come. And it was equally obvious that they were perfectly synchronized, knowing exactly what technique to use to give the other the greatest excitement. For example, there was my dad's tongue plunging deeper and deeper, faster and faster, into my mom's cunt hole; while she moved her head up and down with longer and longer strokes, sucking in more and more of his swollen, throbbing dick, milking it for all she was worth with the compression of her lips and inner mouth.