”She was always invited for dinner to some parishioner’s house after church, and David had been included since they’d announced their engagement... Now she called the Watsons to tell them why David wouldn’t be able to make it.David always prepared dinner on Saturday night because she had duties on Sunday, and he didn’t. Now that he had duties on Sunday -- and a sermon to prepare on short notice, too -- she should take over. David had refused, though. He was good to her.One thing she did prepare. “You’re horny. This will help you out, okay?”“Yeah.” My chest grew tighter. “Damn, that hand...”She pumped up and down my cock with such stroking intensity. It was incredible. I groaned at it. My heart pounded in my chest, pumping wild blood through my veins as my mother stroked me. She built and built that ache at the tip.My fantasies crashed into the reality of her hand. My balls tightened. It was incredible. I groaned at her stroking touch. I stared at her face. Her cheeks flushed red. Her. ”“Every second. I’m quite lost without her.”She puts her arm around me, “Losing someone is always horrible. I can’t imagine…” Her voice trailed off.She turns to face me. “Want to swing by my place later? I have a couple of bottles of wine. We can get some clams, maybe a couple of crabs and make an evening of it. What do you say?” I don’t know why but I’m suddenly really shy. I stumble, “Yeah, ahem, yes. That would be very nice. When do you want me there?” “Six, find whatever you can and we’ll. Then she changed position, settled herself between my legs, breathed heavily once or twice, then went down on me. I writhed in anticipation before her mouth touched my pussy. I opened my legs wider to receive her. I felt her lips on my labia and she fired off kisses in quick succession all over my sex. I felt her tongue running the full length of my slit, felt it probing my hole. She opened me with her hands and lapped inside of me. I felt my juices running, my cunt alive with her touch. I was.