My painted lips brought her to the edge and she fell, writing and grunting, into her climax. I kept licking, until she threw herself off my face and l...y next to me, panting. When she recovered, she flipped me over. “Not bad, for a sissy boi,” she said, “But now I get to fuck you. I want to bury my cock inside you and make you cum.” I turned over, and she pulled me onto my hands and knees. I could see myself in the mirrored wardrobes opposite the bed. The tight pink bra pulled my chest into a. “Why not?” Will asked.“Your mother’s boyfriend is there,” Dexter said.“There’s no guy there,” Will said.Sarah said, “Mom has never brought another man home with her.”Dexter said, “At least she’s being discreet.”He found it ironic that her discretion was making him look like the bad guy. With texting there weren’t conversations to overhear. Cell phones made it possible to step out of the house and make calls in relative privacy that a landline didn’t provide. All his wife had to do was point the. What drunk mother had not realised, uncle by marriage had already drawn that distinction by himself and had taken the time to pat my ass in a very suggestive manner, I of course just smiled as he groped.I was watching a soap on the BBC when I heard the now familiar sounds of people fucking, emanating from the kitchen, I turned around to realise for the first time I was alone and mother and her brother-in-law were not in the room.I knew as I neared the door her noises and his grunting were those. "Good, if I think of anything else I'll let you know."I reached over and gave her a hug and the journey seemed a little brighter.We got the shopping done and settled down for a relaxed Sunday at home, Ruth chatting to friends on Facebook (probably) including Billy and Kitty, her brother and sister back in Newcastle, who were enthralled by the fact that we'd have good reason to call up there regularly if the expansion plans worked out.The following day after a very relaxing night where Ruth and.