I took my hand off of hers and she began to slowly slide her hand up and down the length of my cock. She reached through the slit in my boxer shorts a...d took my cock out. She used her thumb to smear my pre-cum all over the head of my cock. She stroked my cock with a slow gentle rhythmic motion. She kept up the slow massaging of my cock until I drifted off to sleep. When I woke up the next morning, she was gone, but their was evidence on my boxers that I had shot my wad during the night. I. I had never seen him look at me like that."You're dead, motherfucker!" he shouted at me as he opened up his door and quickly got out, ripping open the back door almost in one fluid motion. "You're fucking dead!" he screamed, leaning his body into the back seat to grab at my legs and drag me out.POP! POP!As Jon came back to get me, I jumped back to the passenger side back door as I heard what sounded like firecrackers going off. The Fourth of July was just a few weeks back, and I thought this. I started to think those 3 beershit me harder than originally thought. What the fuck was she talking about?She sat there with her silver charm necklace between her fingers, and I noticedfor the first time it was a pentacle. A glistening star with a circle aroundit that is a religious symbols to witches! She lifted the candle from the coffee table and held it between her faceand mine. She started talking… or maybe it was more like chanting. Theywere inaudible words to me, but had a rhythm to. His time with Patty had taken the urgent edge off his lust. He made love to his mother unhurriedly, again and again bringing her to the edge before backing off.Loved it when she finally erupted under him, orgasming her need of him even as he continued to move his swollen shaft inside her engorged pussy."Please baby...hurry, hurrrrry," she cried. "I'm commmmming!"He put her heels on his shoulders when her first orgasm had passed, and then when he started to deep fuck her he knew he was reaching.