After a lengthy bath, an oral orgasm at the tongue of my son, and another orgasm as he f****d my p***y before depositing a load all over my face, we lay in my bed together as I asked, the c*m still on me, wearing it like a badge of honour, "So how did you end up f*****g my best friend?"
He laughed, "You"re still stuck on that?"
"More curious than stuck," I responded bluntly.
"Am I hearing a tinge of jealousy?" He asked.
"Truth?" I asked, shifting to vulnerable.
"Always," he smiled warmly.
"I am a bit jealous I wasn"t your first," I admitted. Then added, "And I"ll be jealous of whomever you"re with next."
"Well that will be you," he smiled. "It"s a bit silly to be jealous of yourself."
"I"m serious," I said. "This has been amazing and easily the best s.εﾒ I"ve ever had. But
