Helping Dad

By Alistair Acorn.

For years now John had watched his mother, she never appears to rest. Their home must be the cleanest in the county, but who is to see it for they live miles away from their nearest neighbours. In the wintertime they are snowed in for weeks at a time.

John’s father is a forest ranger and always appeared to John as the perfect specimen of a man. There was only the three of them and John was soon to start as a ranger himself, assisting his father. So now, he won’t be breaking up the family.

Lately he had been hearing his mother cry a lot and his father’s voice in the background trying to console her. Never once did he see her crying, but many the times he could see her red eyes because of crying, but he said nothing. Whatever it was the harmony of the household remained the same so it couldn’t be a serious matter.

Then one day when both of them were seated on a large rock overlooking the forest below his father said in a soft voice. “John, would you do anything for your mother and I?”

“What a silly question to ask Dad, you know I would do anything.” John replied, thinking what a stupid question was that and what was he leading up to.

“Well it is an extremely personal thing I’m going to ask. Em! Your mother and I have spoken of it long and hard and she has asked me to ask you.”

“What’s the matter with you, you never have been one to hold back a question, but you’re trying to ask me something, but can’t get it out.”

“For Gods sake John, this is hard enough without you making me more nervous. Please let me take my time.”

“OK, OK.”

“As I was saying your mother and I have talked this over and I’m trying to tell you what we agreed on. For years now I’ve been impotent and your mother is a very passionate woman. There is no way I can satisfy her physically. We were wondering if you could help her out that way.”

“What?”

“I know it is a lot to ask, but being a virile young man and no girlfriends it would help you both out and help your mother a great deal.”

“You know what you’re asking, that is incest,” John said looking at the ground and now unable to look his father in the face.

He knew how his mother must be feeling for he could hardly keep his hands off his cock which seemed to be always hard. True he had no girlfriend and he had never been with a woman. Many times when they went to the town he considered looking for a prostitute, but chickened out at the last moment. But could he do it with his own mother?

“What are you thinking about John, you’re very quiet,” asked his father.

“You have asked a lot. Isn’t there some other way she could try,” he was thinking of her using a dildo, but couldn’t see his mother using such a thing.

“We have tried everything, but nothing helps her.”

So she has tried a dildo, if what father says is true. Somehow John couldn’t picture her lying in bed working a length of plastic up her pussy. Just thinking of it made him rock-hard. Could he do the same with his ten inch cock, bury it all the way inside her. Have her squirm on the end and beg for more. The more he thought about it the more he was beginning to like the idea.

“Well John, what is your answer, will you do it.”

“Let me think about it, you have asked me a serious thing Dad,” John replied.

“I must know before I go next week, if you accept then you will have three days together.”

“Let me think about it, I’ll tell you before you leave.”

After they ate they separated and went about the tasks they were doing previously. John now had had the seed planted in his mind and for the rest of the working day he tried to think of his mother and him having sex. Would she just lie back and let him pound his meat into her or be an eager partner. Then he thought that his mother would never have sex with him. Was it some sort of test his father had cooked up?

As the pair of them was waiting on the helicopter to come and take his father to the city his father asked him. “Well John you promised to give me your answer, will you help?”

“No Dad, it is wrong. I feel sorry for mum and I know how she feels for I too feel I need a woman and I can’t.  Sorry, you will have to find another way.”

“Thanks son, in a way I’m glad you feel that way.”

Just then the throbbing beat of the little two seater helicopter appeared over the trees and landed on the green lawn at the back of our house. John waved to his father as he left, standing in the doorway of their house his mother did also.

In the last few days John was looking at his mother in a new light. He pictured her walking naked around the house and other fantasies. His mother wasn’t a magazine model or any other type of model. Critics they would think her hips being too wide and her overly large bosom which surely held a pair of large breasts. Of course the sight he saw was really because of her foundation garments and not the natural shape, but all the same he admired them.

John’s mother wasn’t a woman one would turn and take another look at in the street. She was the type of woman that beautiful women would take with them to emphasis their own beauty. You see it no matter where you look. Men are attracted by physical beauty and if the beautiful ones were rated 5 out of five John’s mother would be below 3, but she was his mother and he loved her.

They were having tea when the telephone rang; John’s mother answered it and let the handpiece drop to the floor. She sat down and began crying. John picked up the handpiece and heard the news that his father was killed when their helicopter crashed into a power gantry. He did the only thing he could do and went and hugged his mother to my chest.

“I’m so sorry mum,” John said, beginning to cry also.

“I would like to lie down John, but can you tell Gran?”

John helped her to her bedroom and as he left kissed her on the forehead.

“Come back once you’ve told Gran, please.”

“Yea, I’ll be back.”

John had only one Gran that was his mother’s mother, a sour, bad-tempered woman in her early seventies. His Gran lived a distance from them in a small-town. He knew she didn’t approve of his mother marrying his father so he wasn’t surprised by her answer. “Well Kitty can come back to civilization now,” and put down the receiver.

John returned to his mother’s bedroom and lay down beside her and held her close. She surely smelt good and she felt lovely and soft, but to do as his father asked he doubted it.

Three months later John was given a new posting. The reason given he wasn’t experienced enough to replace his father and the house was for the senior ranger. At the new posting he was allocated a similar house, so he and his mother moved in there. One good thing they were near a town. One bad thing it was the town where Gran lived.

Mum settled into the house real good and returned to her old ways, working all day dusting things that didn’t need dusting. She was standing on a chair; dusting the lamp fittings when the chair insert broke and she sell through the hole. The chair toppled over, hurting her back.

John returned from work shortly after the accident happened and found his mother still lying on the floor. He thought she was seriously hurt as he rushed to help her.

“It’s all right John, nothings broken, but I have strained my back, I just can’t get up,” she said with a forced smile.

John lifted her up gently and carried her to her bed like he did when his father had died. “Have a look John, is my back bruised? My dress opens down the back, if that is worrying you.” His mother then rolled on to her side exposing her back to him.

With shaking hands he slid the zip all the way down to just below her waist. Doing so exposed her bra strap and the top of her panties. It also showed a bruising which had started to discolour all down the right side of her lower back.

“Yes Mum, you are going to have a right big bruise there come morning. Want me to rub some liniment on it for you?”

“Please, but be gentle, I’ll better get out of this dress so you won’t stain it.” With that she just pulled the sleeves off her arms. “Be a darling and pull it down my legs John,” she asked as though this was a normal thing for her son undressing her.

John did as she asked and saw for the first time his mother dressed in only bra and panties. Immediately his until now limp cock shot up to attention, he was lucky to be bent over and instead of sticking out was up and down his body. He turned away from her so she wouldn’t see his embarrassment with the excuse of folding her dress and hanging it up.

After getting the liniment from the medicine cupboard his erection had deflated somewhat and didn’t need to bend over when entering the bedroom again.

His mother was still lying on her side when he returned, but he noted that she had pulled down the right side of her knickers showing the bruising had gone even lower than he thought. Gently he applied the liniment on to the discoloured area. The feel of her smooth skin was enough to return his erection. Fortunately his mother had her back to him so she never saw his discomfort.

“That is lovely and cool John, but don’t press too hard please.”

John ran his hand on her back and noted the lovely shape her body was, her hips rising from her waist. Now his hand was going even lower, pushing the top of her knickers even lower. Never in his dreams did he envisage the pleasure he was getting by just caressing his mother’s body.

“That is lovely John; I should have got you to massage me before.”

“I would like to massage you more Mum.”

“Call me Kitty, John; I want you to call me Kitty.”

“If that is what you want Mum, sorry Kitty,” John replied, but he was now having trouble stopping his voice from trembling.

Kitty noticed the change in his voice, “John are you feeling all right?”

“Yea, Kitty, I’m fine. You have very soft skin, I like the feel of it.”

“Do you, that’s nice, for I like you touching me,” she replied, but this time she turned and looked right into his eyes. John knew at that moment the thing he had refused his father would happen, may be not tonight, but soon. He leant forward and kissed his mother on the lips, but it wasn’t a mother and son kiss but an open mouth tongue probing kiss. The contact wasn’t long, but now they both knew the future of their relationship, which would no longer be that of mother and son.

After the massage his mother slipped between the sheets and John pulled up the covers and once again kissed her on the lips.

“Lie there, I’ll bring you a coffee in.”

“Thank you John,” Kitty answered, but this time there was a longing look in her eyes.

John returned and put the chair out and while the kettle was boiling, phoned Gran. “I thought I’d better tell you that Mum had a bad fall and has a badly bruised back. She has trouble sitting up, I’ve rubbed her down with liniment and got her into her bed. I think she should stay there for a couple of days.”

“Thank you John, it was nice you telling me. My, you are a good son and it looks as if you love your Mum,” she said in the sweetest voice he had ever herd her speak.

“I sure do, I want nothing to happen to her.”

“You wouldn’t mind if I came up for a couple of days; to look after Kitty and you.”

“Why would I object, you’re my Gran and Kitty is your daughter, come up and stay as long as you want, you are welcome.”

Maybe by having Gran in the house would take his mind of the carnal thoughts he was having.

“I’ll drive up tomorrow, see you then John,” she said and before the phone went down he could have sworn she gave him a kiss.

The next morning Kitty had a trace of blood in her urine, so John got the doctor in. He prescribed some medicine and told her to stay in bed and take it easy for the next week. Kitty had bruised her kidney which was why she had the severe pain down to her groin. John was to continue with the liniment, which pleased Kitty, for she smiled when the doctor said this.

The doctor had just left when Gran arrived, John left her after greeting her and he again was surprised when she kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you for looking after my girl.” She said as she moved into the house.

All day John worried about his mother and the way she had kissed him, both last night and this morning. There was also the shocker of being kissed by Gran, but she wasn’t the usual sour faced woman he remembered.

To keep Kitty company the three of them had their evening meal in Kitty’s bedroom.

“Your mother tells me she wants you to call her Kitty, did she tell you?” Gran asked.

“Yes she asked me last night, but it is hard to change calling her that after all those years.”

“You’ll soon get used to it. If this is the time for change, better start calling me Betts, or Betty either will do. Anyway if doesn’t make me feel so old.” She said with a giggle.

“As I said to Mum, sorry Kitty if that is what you want I’ll do that.”

“Good, I also hear that you give a good massage, I think I’ll get you to give my back a good rub, would you mind?”

“Sure any time Betty, are you staying?”

“Want rid of me already? No I’ll be staying until Kitty is back on her feet, all right John?”

“As I said last night, you are welcome to stay as long as you like.”

“You may regret that,” she said slapping the inside of John’s thigh, but up near his groin and he was sure it was intentional.

Later that evening after massaging his mother’s back with the liniment and now not one but two kisses, his mother surprised him. “I have been thinking about you all day and wanted to smother you with my kisses.”

To his surprise he answered her with, “Just wait until you are better and it may be more than kisses you’ll get.”

“Oh I hope so, that was what I was daydreaming about.”

“Mum!” John said looking at her but smiling.

“I’m a harlot, but I love you John, you are more than a son to me.”

“I’ll do my best to make you happy Kitty. Oh by the way what has happened to Betty, she has changed.” John asked getting away from the subject they were discussing.

“I must admit I’ve never seen her act like this, what did you say to her?”

“Nothing.”

“She thinks you are wonderful, so give her, her massage and she’ll be eating out of your hand. She’s had a hard life, she brought me up all on her own after my father walked out on us. That is why she hates men by the way.” Kitty said all serious now.

“I’m just going to give her one now, once my angel is comfortable.”

“Oh you are going to suffer when I get out of this bed,” Betty said smiling.

After washing his hands thoroughly he stood at the door leading from the bathroom to Betty’s bedroom.

“Betty, I’ve come to give you the massage you asked for,” John said. Betty’s bedroom was next to his, with the bathroom suite between them.

“Come on in, I’ve been waiting on you, but use the lotion on the bedside table,” Betty answered.

John opened the door and saw the bare back of Betty who was lying on her stomach with her face at the side. The sheet was pulled up to the curve of her buttocks with about three inches of the crease visible. The sight made him stop, but even though she was an elderly woman, the sight looked erotic. Betty looked younger than her age and still had a rounded bottom and her skin wasn’t wrinkled yet.

John went to the side of the bed and applied some of the lotion on to his hands and gently started to massage her. The lotion was perfumed and slippery as his hand smoothly swept over her skin.

“Rub my shoulders and then down my back, please,” Betty asked, her face now buried in the pillow.

Betty’s skin was as soft as his mothers and again he was as hard as a rock as his hand slid around her chest feeling the swell of her breasts. His hands slid down the small of her back and the roundness of her buttocks. Betty never objected as he pushed the sheet down as his hands slid up and down the length of her back to the shoulders and around to touch her breasts.

Then unexpectedly she turned round and her whole front was exposed, the two large breasts, the grey hairs of her pubic. Her breasts had two protruding acorn sized nipples standing out hard from the two large pink areoles.

“Want to massage the front too,” Betty asked with a smile. She took his hands and placed them just below her breasts and then poured the lotion on her body from her publics to the top of her breasts.

“Better get those hands moving or this stuff will be all over the sheets,” she said with a smile.

John’s hands moved on their own as they spread the lotion all over the front of Betty’s body. He kept them moving over her breasts, stomach and lower abdomen even spreading it over her pubic hair. Her body shown with the oily lotion, not yet absorbed into her skin.

As he was applying the lotion Betty’s hand had undone the zip on his trousers and her hand now was grasped round the shaft of his cock. John was finding it difficult now moving his hand as her hand moved up and down his cock’s shaft. Then using her other hand he felt the button which held his waistband open and his trousers fall down over his hips.

Betty’s legs now opened and her knees started rising and now John was moving his hands up and down her open thighs. Not a word was said, but they just looked into one another’s eyes as his hands reached the super soft skin at the top of her thighs.

Still looking into his eyes she guided him to her holy of holies. John had got on to the bed and on his knees as she raised her hips and John felt for the first time the warmth of a woman wrapped around his shaft.

Only the head was in when Betty removed her hand, nature took over as John grasped her bottom and slowly pushed his ten inches of male meat into her lovely yielding pussy. It was a sensation he would never forget as the gently grasping walls of her vagina grasped and held is cock. He wanted to savour this moment when their two bodies touched so he stopped and looked down at Betty’s smiling face.

“Thank you John, you are not shocked by me are you,” she asked in a soft voice.

“No Betty not at all, you are the first woman I’ve ever been with and I love you for showing me what it feels like.”

“If you will allow me I will show you many ways to please a woman.”

Even though he had mad no movements he knew that soon he was going to have an orgasm and started moving his cock in and out of her well-oiled passage. Betty’s hips moved also as he slid in and out of her warmth. By starting this his feeling of unloading seemed to ease as the sensation of moving in and out of a real vagina was felt. Now he knew there was a vast difference between this and using his hand.

As the made contact he vowed he never again would be using his hand, for nothing compared with the lovely feeling he was having now. Betty’s legs were now around his hips her heels digging into his buttocks, just like a jockey egging on a horse as he drove his cock as deep as he could. John was gaining more confident each second as he realised that Betty was getting as much enjoyment out of this as he was.

The unavoidable happened as he spurted his stream of semen into her warm cavity. Betty and John both let out a sigh when this occurred. John bent down and wrapped his arms around her, pulling their bodies tightly together. Now he felt a naked female body against his for the first time, the feel of her soft breasts against his skin, the smell of her perfume mixed with the sweet scent of the lotion.

Her body had been covered so lightly that she seemed to slide on his as she too held him close.

“That was wonderful Betty,” John whispered in her ear, “Thank you.”

“Thank you John,” Betty replied kissing his face.

John gave no thought to the age difference between them as he lay hugging his grandmother Betty still embedded in her body.

“Do you want to do this with me again, please tell me now, don’t be afraid to say no if you feel you don’t want to. John I’ve never been with a man for thirty years and never thought I would ever let another man near me. So you see I think you something special and want you again.”

“If it is acceptable to you Betty I do, oh I really do. In fact I feel as if I want to do it again now.”

“I know for I can feel you filling me up again and I love that feeling,” she said laughing lightly as lovers do. “It is my turn this time so roll on to your back and let me ride the cock horse, you will like this John, trust me.”

John did as she asked and now Betty was perched on his hips his cock seemed to be deeper in her body as she rocked her hips back and forth. He watched her breasts as they swayed with her motion. He tried to reach them but she sat further up and all he got was his hands around her waist. It was obvious that this was the way that Betty liked it as her movements got faster.

John now holding her waist started moving his hips in time with Betty’s descent driving his cock deep inside her. Each thrust he felt the hard ring of her cervix slide past the head of his cock which seemed to want him to drive even deeper. This time he lasted a good deal longer, but once more he filled her with his seed as she grinned down at him.

“John, you are the best thing that has happened to me, I’m glad you are pleased and not think me brazen.”

“I can say the same for me also, you are sure a hot woman.”

“How would you know John, I’m your first that’s why you feel that way. Wait a while until you have been with another woman and then tell me.”

“So you intend for this to happen again,” John asked, hoping she would agree for he wanted more in the world to have his cock buried in her body again.”

“As long and as many times that you want me John. It is a pity we didn’t see each other earlier, things may have been a lot different.”

No matter what the past, I like it as it is now,” John said now holding her breasts in his hands and gently massaging their softness.

“I’m going to leave you and have a shower, you had better do likewise,” Betty said raising herself slowly off his now flabby cock, which dropped out all covered in both their secretions.

Naked Betty disappeared into the bathroom as John pulled up his trousers and headed into the same bathroom. Inside Betty was in the shower cubicle and he could see her body through the frosted glass. He then stripped and stepped into the showed cubicle with her.

“I had a feeling you wouldn’t be far behind,” she said soaping his body.

Her head only came to just under his chin and he wondered how so small a woman could have taken what he considered his large cock so easily. No matter what she had and wanted it again. He knew he had committed a sinful thing by having sex with his grandmother, but no-one would ever know. He didn’t care, for she was his first, his tutor into manhood.

Before leaving for work he called in to see how his mother was feeling, much to his relief she was a lot better. Kitty hugged John, holding him tight against her breasts, kissing his cheek. “I wish you had been beside me last night, I so wanted to hug you and feel you close.”

“That time will come a lot sooner than you think,” John kissed his mother and left the bedroom.

Betty was waiting as he was leaving and came up close to him, her hand cupping his flaccid penis, but just her touch started it rising.

“How is my lover today, shall we continue tonight where we left off.”

John reached behind her grasped a round buttock in his hand, squeezed and pulled her forward so she could now feel his manhood pressing against her body. “What do you think,” he said kissing her and laughing.

“I’ll be waiting lover,” she said softly.

Was this how everyone felt who was enjoying sex, John thought. Never had he felt more alive and as the day progressed his eagerness to once again feel Betty’s vagina wrapped around his penis grew.

He couldn’t get home quick enough and when he walked in the door Betty was standing there. Betty was only wearing a housecoat and when she ran into his arms he knew there was nothing below it.

“Wow, this is the way I would like to be greeted every night,” he said as they hugged.

“If that is what you want, then that is how it will be. Now go and see Kitty she wants to talk to you.”

John went into Kitty’s bedroom and sat on the bed. Kitty sat up, something she had difficulty with and hugged him too. “John be gentle with Betty,” she said after they exchanged kisses.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m neither deaf nor blind. I heard the pair of you last night, and this morning Betty was happier than I have ever seen her. I don’t mind John and it will give you experience, for I’m sure Betty will be a good teacher for you.”

“Mum, I’m sorry,” was all John could say.

“Don’t forget me son, I need you as much as Betty does,” she said holding back her tears.

“Oh by the way Betty suggested we move into her house. As you know it is too big for her and we would save rent and the upkeep of two houses, can we move there?”

“In some ways the Department would prefer that and what you say is right we would save on expenses. Once you are up and about we will move. I’ll tell Betty this evening,” John said rising.

“No John, I’ll tell her, she put the suggestion to me.”

“Let me know and I’ll notify the Department.”

“Let them know anyway we will be moving.”

This evening we never had our meal in Kitty’s room, but at the table. A tray was taken to Kitty and Betty returned smiling. “So we will soon be living permanently in my house, our house, you are going to be a very happy man, I can tell you with two women taking care of you.”

“Two women?”

“Kitty will want some of what I got and she is much younger than I.”

“Think I can take care of the two of you?”

“With that cock of yours, you could take on all my friends,” Betty said with a laugh, but the laugh had a hidden meaning.

After dinner and the dishes placed in the dishwasher she stood in front of John who was still seated at the table, but the chair turned sideways. “Take your trousers off and I’ll show you a way most women enjoy.”

John did as asked and then Betty sat astride his thighs, rose inserted John’s now bone hard cock. Once again John felt the warmth of a woman surrounding his penis. All day he longed to feel this sensation, now his wish had come true. Betty was real close and their faces were nearly level now and he saw with his own eyes the look of pleasure on her face as he buried his manhood into her body.

“You like that Betty, don’t you.”

“You will never know just how much, it is the greatest pick-me-up there is for a woman.”

“Not only for you, I love the feel of your body Betty.”

“Let’s hope you never tire of me. Remember even old women never go off having a young man love her.”

“You mean fuck, not love.”

“If you want to call it that, so never turn down a willing old woman John, you may miss a good chance.”

“I’ll remember that, but you are no old woman.”

“In years but not in body and spirit,” she replied hugging him.

John had his arms around her under the housecoat as Betty thrust herself on to his cock. Her movements weren’t great but the sensation was just as good as her vagina throbbed around the invading shaft of flesh.

John for the first time experienced a woman having an orgasm, Betty shuddered and he definitely felt a tightening of her vaginal walls grasping his meat and then a long low sigh came from her lips. Betty then hugged John tighter, kissing his lips and all over his face.

“Oh John, that was wonderful, I was on that magic cloud. It has been a long-time since I ever felt that way. Oh John I love you. I know it sounds odd an old hag like me declaring her love to a nineteen year old.”

“What is wrong with that, if you feel like that then say it?”

“Oh you lovely man; the man with his lovely cock still deep inside my body,” Betty whispered in his ear as John spent his load again into her body.

Ten days of having his cock sunken into Betty ten minutes after arriving home, it was a shock to find out Betty had left. His mother Kitty met him, but with only a kiss and no stroking of his already hard penis. He knew it had to end one day, but not the day he was feeling particularly amorous.

All during the meal his mother Kitty slyly watched him. A quick glance, looking at him even when her head was lowered, it made John uneasy. After the meal and everything cleared away Kitty rose and held out her hand.

“Come John and show me what you did that made Betty so happy. I never saw her so happy in all my life, so you must have done something to change her to something quite different to what she was.”

“Are you sure about this; is your back all right Mum?” John answered, now knowing within himself that he was about to do what he had refused his father who had asked him to do before he died.

John took her hand and she pulled him behind her as they made it to her bedroom. Kitty let go his hand and pulled the dress she was wearing over her head. Now John saw his naked mother before him and immediately he had an erection. Her proud breasts that looked so proud, not like Betty’s who had a droop. The nipples were pointing upwards and at this stage were pencil thick half-inch protrusions pointing towards the ceiling.

Her hips flared from her waist and her pubic patch was black and dense. All this time John was also undressing and within seconds he was standing naked before her.

“Oh I see why Mother was so happy. John you are a lot bigger than your father. I wonder from what side of the family you inherited such a large,” Kitty never finished the sentence but inclined her head to her eyes were looking at John’s crotch.

Still he hesitated even though he took a small step towards Kitty. John was still embarrassed of having to look his mother in the face while he sank his meat into her. Even though she was obviously willing John still had that niggling thought in his mind.

The solution came sooner than he thought, for as he was having those thoughts Kitty turned and bent over the bed to pull down the covers. There in front of him was her well-rounded and padded posterior, with the little plump mound between her legs. This was too good an opportunity to miss, so with cock held in the palm of his right hand John stepped forward.

Left hand went round her waist and his right guided the large plumb sized head between Kitty’s vulval lips. He felt the heat of her body wrap around him as she thrust back her hips, impaling herself on his cock.

Now John had a hand on each side of her hips and pulled her further on to his raging hard-on. The lovely soft feel of her buttocks against his stomach increased his desire to drive himself deeper. This wasn’t Kitty his mother in front of him, but a lovely feeling pussy which had devoured his cock right up to the hilt. It felt so lovely, moist warm and with a slight grasping feeling, just like Betty. Mother and daughter were so alike and John loved them both.

Slowly at first he moved his cock in and out of his mother’s eager and willing pussy. All the time Kitty moaned and groaned calling out superlatives as though what she was getting was the most wonderful thing in her life.

Betty was noisy, but nothing like Kitty, also kitty was rolling her large hips and at the same time thrusting her body backwards as John drove forward. What made Kitty more agitated was when John dropped his hand to her pussy and started rubbing her clitoris. Kitty was now like a wild animal, twisting and thrusting reaching behind her to pull John forward. John’s father had said his mother was passionate, but this was way beyond that.

Well he was doing as his father had asked him to realising that he had a real woman on the end of his cock that would more than satisfy his needs for some time into the future. He also had Betty too which made life even more enjoyable.

Finished.