After we ate, I sent Troy home…walking him to the door and closing it behind him…but not before he reached inside my robe and squeezed both of my tits one last time. It seemed he ended up spending the night whenever my husband went on business trips. Get your clothes out of the kitchen and give me some time to boil the pasta. Through bleary eyes he looked at me jerking his morning wood, and said…”Mom???” Just then he closed his eyes again and let out a loud grunt as a huge load of cum blasted from the tip of his cock, reaching almost two feet in the air, then splashed down onto his stomach and poured over my pumping fist like lava from a volcano. I told him he could stay for dinner.”
I called back, “Of course….hi, Troy…..pretty simple dinner tonight….just basic spaghetti and meatballs.”
As they walked into the kitchen from the front hallway, I looked up at both of them and quickly noticed the Cheshire cat grins spread across their faces.
