He looked a bit surprised and said ” mam don’t worry . I will make you a fine blouse ” that idiot couldn’t see my intentions. I was feeling de...perate for some pleasure. I didn’t get anymore ideas to seduce this person, bit he simply walked away and asked me to collect the blouse tomorrow morning.I left the shop with a disappointment, I began to doubt over myself now. Am in not sexy anymore, after seeing me half naked , the guy didn’t do anything further. I got a bit of headache and went. I drove to each and every other place where my mom could have gone. I checked each and every mall in the city.Feeling defeated, I reached home at around 6 in the evening. Well having no other choice, I dialed her number. She just rejected it. Well I thought she was safe somewhere. I slept off on the couch. At around 11 I heard a knock on the main door. I got up and dragged myself towards the door. It was my mom still not making an eye contact. She just walked across me pretending as if I never. Meanwhile as she was fondling me,she was just looking straight ahead and making small talk with the driver as if nothing was happening! I think she was gauging to see if the driver had any clue as to what was happeng right behind him. Luckily,for me,he didn`t seem to have any idea.My cock was starting to leak a lot of pre-cum by now and my wife was taking full advantage of it, working it all over and around the head of my cock. When I finally looked down at what she was doing,my cock was all. Sure as fuck I've moved on and you wouldn't recognise me. And I don't just mean my appearance though God knows that has changed, too. No I'm talking about the real me, the me inside that was always there but needed a real tough black skinhead master to bring it out.It's a giveaway, isn't it, speaking so contemptuously about 'faggots'? I thought I was not just Mr. Clean but also Mr. Macho. So perhaps if that bar had been a leather bar, I would have changed sooner. I also used to jog past a.