I was rather surprised how easy it was to make my mother do as I ask.We heard two pairs of feet come thundering down the stairs. Mum tried to get up b...t I held her head firmly down on my cock. The girls came into the kitchen. “Gosh mum you are such a slut…you cock whore” Cathy chided. “Go up back upstairs and keep Mrs Noakes talking until Cathy calls you Vicky” I instructed. Vicky turned and ran back upstairs. The Cappuccino machine beeped. Mum kept on sucking hard as if her life depended upon. Both our parents broke up when we were young, we never had too many friends growing up, and we were both musicians. Several blocks later Ashley’s house arrived. It was located on the right side of the street. It was a nice two story house, nothing special but nice. The garden in the front was a mess however, and the porch was beginning to fade. Ashley and I said our goodbyes and parted our separate ways.The Parties Begin: After several months of school had passed Ashley and I had become great. She told me she was sorry to have taken advantage of me, that I was too young. I told her to recall that she was at my 16th birthday party just last week and that she was only nine years older than I.She talked about how Greg would only fuck her a few times a month and how he was so caught up in his teaching at the university and his union organizing. I told her I could fuck her any time she wanted to. She said, "no, after this, we cannot do this again. I am married, and your mother is my best. He stepped over to her, stood there in front of her and soon her small beautiful hands were doing their job, first gently and smoothly over his chino’s and then, as her interest grew, she took time to tease him by gently unzipping his chino’s, zipping up again and then finally down all the way where she found her bundle of pure unadulterated joy. She stroked him, jut over his boxer shorts, whispered if that was alright, His reply was a gentle nod and the ominous sound of his response as he.