As I stared over his shoulder, curious to see how large he was, he caught a glimpse of me in his computer monitor. He gasped in shock, then spun on th... revolving chair to face me.And, my God, he was huge! A full ten inches at least, and so round I'd struggle to circle it between thumb and forefinger. I could only imagine- at least for now- how good that would feel, buried inside me."Mom!" he gasped. "What ... what are you doing in here?"I smirked at him, leaned forward so he could see more of. But the horny bastard that I am, I couldn't. It started with a lunchtime walk, short and sweet. And another, and another, each getting a little bit longer. One day we walked to her apartment and, sitting side by side on her couch, we played a video game, thighs touching. She was definitely interested. So was I.One evening after the office closed I invited her to a bar down the street for a drink. We made small talk over whiskey. She was captivating; her auburn hair soft in the dim light, her. Home, she thought. What is that? Her childhood had been no precursor of what adult life would bring. She had been a happy child from a loving if lower-middle income family. Most of her recollections of childhood were happy images of time spent with loving, caring parents.How very different life had become when Allan had asked her to the prom. Knowing he was prone to drink even then, she had accepted because he was good looking and a linebacker for the high school football team. The sights,. “I’m sorry you don’t feel well baby, but mama’s gonna make it better,” cooed Patsy. She knew that she was in danger of being blinded by his twitching rod any second, but she was going to enjoy every second. Patty brought her lips within inches of James’ cock, breathing hot breaths over his head. James stiffened and thrusted his hips forward trying to shove his rock-hard cock into his mother’s warm mouth. Patty backed away and waited until James stopped thrusting. Patty pushed James back onto.