Anyway, over the last few weeks of the summer I gradually became aware of her. She wasn’t always there when I popped across the road to the shop but...she was there often enough for me to notice her. I found myself looking for trends to try and work out if there were particular times when she was there - I liked seeing her, there was something alluring about her.If it was term time I assumed she would have been there before or after school but as it was the holidays she could be there any time. Then he heard his stepdad say in a low voice, "I'm gonna cum."The next thing he heard confirmed the curiosity he had, 'I wonder if my mom swallows?'He could hear it almost like he was standing beside the bed as he slowly stroked himself. He heard the sounds of his mom's mouth and throat, swallowing as it was taking a cock all the way in. She let out what could only be described as low whimpers and moans of appreciation for what he was giving her. There was no doubt she loved feeling him come in. He suggested that I kneel between his legs and kiss his thighs and just get used to things first, just hold his penis gently, and stroke it, with one hand or both, and kiss it only if the mood took me. I felt very strange, very humble, kneeling in front of this powerful naked God. I gently, timidly took up his soft cock in one hand, and found that it was quite heavy. I needed both hands to grasp it all around, and then it started to grow. After a minute or so I kissed it shyly, and then kissed. "Before I could answer, Daddy spoke, "She is married, but not to me. Tell her what you are to me."I thought for a brief moment about what he was expecting beforing responding to the waitress, "I am his married white slut."My revelation didn't seem to catch quite as off guard as she continued, "Okay, does your husband know?" He knows I belong to someone, but not who yet," I said before adding, "but that makes it so much hotter." I see, and you don't mind that he posts naked pictures of you.