Chapter 2

She discovered having big tits got her a lot more respect from Gerald, who drooled over them when she was feeding. Being a mother with a child gave her a sanctuary, an authority over Gerald. She would dish out a sexual favour only when it suited her. Gerald would dance to her tune in the future.

She had been brought up in a manner that knew right from wrong, and one had to take responsibility for one’s mistakes. Her father also accepted his responsibility in the affair; so, being a Madison Ave. executive, he aimed to ensure that little Cary Desmond Lincton would have a comfortable upbringing.

And so it was that Ms. Carona Lincton was set up here on Long Island, in a community that had a good school and a nearby beach with little need to venture into the city.

Her father occasionally made a visit; staying over for a night or two; but he always used a rubber, even though she was on the pill.

Then he’d return to the city, leaving her to feed Cary in peace; usually in a warm bath with Carona laid back in the dark; enjoying the intimate sensation of breast- feeding.

And so the years passed and Carona proved to be a caring and dutiful mother to her son Cary who was now a pleasant youth in his early teens.

Geralds’ visits had become infrequent but his full financial support for his ‘family’ was undiminished. He and Carona still loved each other, still ‘two of a kind’ as he liked to say. But his job in the city now was very taxing and told on his performance. His cum levels were a shadow of what they were, and Carona began to tire of her father’s struggle to satisfy her in bed; so shamefully her attention strayed to Cary.

What triggered this new interest in Cary was the increasing spunk stains on his underpants that he put through for washing.

It had made her wonder about the size of his cock these days? Because ... well, he was clearly making his own cream now.

She knew he was still a bit on the young side for comfort and rather dumb about sex but she knew he’d started jacking himself off each morning in the bathroom; because she’d made a peep-hole that he was unaware of. What was in his mind as he worked on his shaft? Maybe she could provide some new motivation for him ... some of her unused skills of prick-teasing?

It was an attractive young prick too, with a vivid helmet appearing momentarily as the foreskin briefly exposed it for a split second on his downward stroke! Then quite soon came the spurt of hot seamen - first one gushed from the split hole to be followed by a shot leaping wildly out of control - followed several after spurts. She felt agitated over the amount of cum he was wasting into the toilet pan! ... Jez! he really was young, dumb and full of young cum!

And she sure would like some of that sliding down her gullet!