After 30 minutes or so the doorbell rang. Wondering who it was I opened the door and saw Mrs. Anderson – Stevie’s mother. “How are you?” she a...ked. I said I was having an ache in my stomach. “Stevie told me you were not feeling well so I decided to come over and see you” “Oh, you don’t need to do that.” I said. “Well, lay down and I’ll take your temperature.” She got a thermometer out of her purse and put it in my mouth and asked: “Are you alone?” I nodded. As we waited on my temperature, I. Startled at the noise and the obvious intensity of her daughter's orgasm, Mrs. Dean sat up and watched while Clark slowed his thrusts to slow, deep strokes. Finally, he withdrew from Wendy's dripping cunt and ordered Mrs. Dean to prepare - she was next."Lick me clean, Mrs. Dean, Mrs. Dean," he rhymed, "We're gonna have our own sex scene, indeed." He pushed his swollen, dripping cock into her face. She licked the bulbous head, then ran her tongue up and down the shaft while he toyed with her. Far too messy and the results too uncertain. Sometimes I'll use it to stop a boy who is about to murder his own parents, gleefully and without remorse, but often the cure can be almost as bad as the disease. I'm just not the right person to do this particular brain surgery."He continued, "But you might be. You're a Senior about to get your BS in Psychology and you have a promising Grad School career ahead of you, and probably then your own Doctorate. If you can help her in anyway and somehow. She never had a problem as I practically grew up in front of her and to her I was a small kid. One day it so happened that I was feeling hornier than ever as it was the first time that she was sleeping on the floor with just a blouse and a petticoat due to the heat otherwise she always slept by just keeping her sari pallu aside on her back. I somehow controlled myself as my grandmother was awake that day instead of taking her usual nap due to some pain. Finally she dozed at around 4 pm as I had.