After a lengthy bath, an oral orgasm at the tongue of my son, and another orgasm as he fucked my pussy before depositing a load all over my face, we lay in my bed together as I asked, the cum still on me, wearing it like a badge of honour, "So how did you end up fucking 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...