“Oh, Jerry,” she said and took my face in her hands. She stared into my eyes, searching for something. “Are you sure?”My heart was suddenly be...ting very rapidly. “Yes,” I managed to say.“Your father ... your father never liked doing that,” she said, still staring into my eyes. After a long moment she whispered, “I would love for you to eat me.” Then she lifted her head and kissed my lips softly, her fingers running through my hair.Her words “eat me” sent a thrill through my body. I pulled her. But I would not want my nephew raised entirely by that woman. She’s ok, but she’s nothing like me or my sister. Or like mom was. She’s nice and she has the best intentions, but my nephew deserves better than her as his parent.”“And yet I suspect that there is something else that you are worried about. I think I can guess, but tell me.”“Yes, I am worried. I worry that my middle-aged, grieving father might be so foolish as to marry Zophia. She’s a beautiful teenager with a tight and willing body. Actually especially if it’s about sex. Who better to talk to when I have questions about things like that than your mom?" he reasoned. I knew he was rationalizing, at least somewhat, but he was also hitting a soft spot with me. Since his dad had left, it was just me. I knew that I was probably being over protective, but I also knew that I had to fill the role of both mom and dad in his life, since his own dad spent less and less time with him as the years went by before he left us. "But. I left that place did some christmas shopping and then made the decision to go back and fuck her again.She made note and remembered she had seen me already in that day, and said you bought people presents and your present is sex which we both laughed at, then said same again? of course i said yes and handed over the paper again and got undressed and waited for her on the bed, she once again gave me another amazing blow job, going back and forth between cock and balls, This time round she said.