I felt so embarrassed that he had seen me so undressed."What's the matter?" he asked. "You look really good! You're real pretty! You've got nothing to...be ashamed of!" How... how long have you been watching me?" I asked, horrified."I dunno, five, maybe ten minutes I suppose. I was worried about you so I came to check on you. I knocked, but since I thought you might be sleeping, I knocked quietly. When you didn't respond I figured you were sleeping and opened the door to make sure everything was. Damn right it is; do you want Daddy to fuck you?”“Yes, Daddy, please, please fuck me.”I waited for him to penetrate my hole, but he teased me and rubbed his cock against my little hole. It felt amazing. “Yeah, Daddy, please, please, fuck me.”“You want me to fuck you, boy?”“Please, please.”“What did you say boy?” he said, his voice hoarse. “I’m begging you to please just fuck me. I can’t take it anymore.”He half laughed. “Oh, boy, you are going to take it. Because I’m going to fuck your brains. "Merry Christmas, Mom. I love you," I whispered as I lowered myself on top of her."I love you, son," Mom gasped back, excitement now in her voice. "Merry Christmas, lover." Mom flung her pelvis upwards, meeting the probing of my cock. The head of my penis slipped between her labial lips and I groaned at the sweet warmth that enveloped my flesh. As inch after hard inch of my dick buried itself in Mom's tight pussy, her warmth, her wetness, her silkiness felt so right. Mom sighed, "So big!" as I. The city offices. It was called "Operation Goodwood", or by us Canadians, "Operation Atlantic". The "Operation" seemed a very fancy word, in my little corner of the battle, I was given objectives. And every one I fought very hard for, we took. Yet as I walked through the rubble of the streets, looking upon the thousands of refugees and huddled persons in dark corners and under debris. My heart went out to them, was all this destruction worth the lives that was taken. Sure the allies had dropped.