Drinks had their fullaffect as she squeezed and held my ass cheek nearly all the way home. As we get there she stops and frankly says "you have a cond...m yes?". My heart skips a beat, this is too easy ... "ahh ... yea sure". "GREAT !" she says with one of those smiles you NEVER get sick of seeing :P. As we kiss outside her house, stumbling into the living area she pushes me onto the couch. as I lay there i see her popping off her bra to show a nice pair of melons just for me. She comes closer. Just then Brenda walked in.“Brenda, come here and tell me your name.”Her seat of self was much more active than Annabelle’s. There were a considerable number of nerves that connected it to the rest of her brain. Jake wondered why Harris had prepared her differently.“Brenda, I’m going to put a pile of papers on this table when I leave. I want you to get it into the mail. I’ll leave a note with the destination and return addresses. Will you be able to take care of it?”“Yes, sir.”On the road. I knew she was nervous about my size and her obvious soreness, but as she slid her skirt around her hips and bent over my bed I paid that no mind. She pleaded with me to go slow, so I spread her cheeks and dropped my face into her ass crack. Her butthole was very pink and red but still incredibly tight. I tasted the condom from earlier as my tongue tried to push it's way inside her, but she was too tight so I had to settle for slow deliberate circles around her tiny opening. I pulled my face. Good..” I said, confused. My mom rarely spoke during an encounter like this, and NEVER spoke about it. At most she would just say ‘take down your shorts’ or something, and then afterwards it was just ‘goodnight’ or some sort of dismissive statement signaling that this BJ was over and she was back in mom-mode, like ‘ok, now go do your homework’. She’s never asked me if I liked it, or really ever spoke about it. It was as if the act of her blowing me only existed while she was doing it, and once.