His cum all over my face as I licking his cum from my finger. I looked at him and asked him how was I looking.He told me like a hot slut. For some rea...on, I didn’t feel bad or mind when he called me a slut. I guess I was behaving like one. I wouldn’t even think of doing something like this 6 months ago. I had become very sexual I couldn’t go 2 days without sex.I got up and we headed straight for the shower. We took a long hot shower together where we kissed and felt each other for around 15. Could you do it?”“Sure,” I answered.We were both speaking quietly, though there was no need with the dishwasher on and the pocket door closed.“Since your father and I aren’t getting along so well right now.” Mom must have felt the need to explain why she wasn’t asking him to do it for her.“I understand,” I said, almost whispering.I continued caressing Mom’s soft skin, reaching further inside her leg. I was still holding her skirt up and, keeping my hand away so she wouldn’t realize what I was. You’re excited and turned on by me, as always, but at the same time, you’re a little disappointed thinking that tonight was going to be a little more than the usual light foreplay leading to sex. I sense this as I start leading you upstairs to the shower, leaving articles of clothing along the way from both of us. We get into the shower together and as the warm water falls over us you can feel me start to grind against you. At this point you’re just feeling a strong need for me inside of you. "I signed up with an agency this aftenoon."I didn't quite get the significance right away."Oh?" I said, vaguely."I need to get back to work," she went on, "partly because I don't want to sit around doing nothing, and partly so I don't lose my licence to practice."That penetrated; I didn't much like the idea. "You don't need to work," I said, "I'm well enough paid I can support both of us." That's as maybe," she replied, "I don't have it in me to be a kept woman." That's ... a pejorative.