” I placed the fingers of my hand onto his cock; I gently stroked it up and down a couple of times and said, “Only this thing is going to satisfy...this body ever again.” We both finished off our wine. I wanted a pee and went off to the bathroom; I was there only for a few minutes and when I had come back, he had gone into the bedroom. I stood at the door and saw him asleep on the bed on his back. I walked upto the bed and looked him up and down. His cock lay asleep across his thigh; I still. My mother’s bedroom door was open wide and I could hear her in the closet, sorting through her clothes, getting dressed. I called out a ‘good morning’ to her. There was a pause and she responded with her own ‘good morning’. Then she called to me and asked if I could help her. I walked into the room. She stood peaking around the edge of her closet door. She nodded toward the bed and asked if I’d hand her the brassiere that was laying there. I glanced around and saw the black, lacey push-up bra. His name was Tom Jonas and, as she studied his face, she realized he wasn’t nearly as good-looking as she thought he was in the dimly-lit, smoky barroom. ‘Oh, well,’ she thought, hoping her disappointment didn’t show on her face, ‘Too late to do anything about that now. He’s here.’ She smiled at him. ‘Can…can I get you something to drink?’ she asked him. Her guest shook his head. ‘Nah,’ he replied. He moved across her living room and abruptly pulled her into his arms. ‘I got a better idea.’ He. Joe seemed like a nice guy, we got chatting to him and about the grounds and just general chit chat. We found out that he lived her with his wife and they were in the 40s and that she was out shopping. He was very talkative, it almost felt like I knew his life story. About 10 minutes had passed and I had the right horn, I was gagging for him to go and for me to carry on with mum. We was sitting in the Jacuzzi when mum had sat up, Christ its hot in here, I'm just going to sit on the edge..