“Dusty, I got a question,” Mom said.“Well, don’t look like we got any more secrets left, so let ‘er go.”“Do you eat pussy as good as you...fuck?”“Damn, Debra, you’re killin’ me, Girl. Crawl your ass up here and I’ll see if I still remember how.”Dusty must have remembered really good, cause he had Mom screaming for him to turn her loose in a matter of minutes. He held her down with his hands on her upper legs as she sat straddle his face and rode him out.We finally climbed out of the truck bed. She is 48 now and we started having sex when she was 38. It all started when she caught me masturbating on the terrace with her inners. She caught me red-handed. This incident happened and changed everything thereafter.It was Sunday and we were on the terrace. She was washing clothes and I was helping her to put clothes to dry. It was routine every Sunday that after washing we would fuck in the storeroom. So while helping her I would rub her pussy and make her cum at least once.We kissed and. She looked at me and said, “First time.”Then she took command and made short movements using just the head of my dick to fuck her. She raised herself up, making sure that only the tip of my dick touched her, she then slowly pushed down until my dick was buried in her pussy. She would stand and take out my dick and then rob the head of her folds of her pussy, again and again, I realized she was teasing my cock. After some time, she began to shake again and locked her legs against my thighs,. "I wish this hadn't happened... But... "I had to protect you."I know you would give your life to save me."I couldn't let that happen."Now I have to leave."Please don't blame yourself."It's not your fault."I was broken a long time ago, long before we met."I'm sorry,"I love you,"Julie."She printed the note, and then stapled the lyrics page, torn from the first CD liner, to the bottom of the note. It was Macy Gray's "The Letter."At the top of the page, she wrote simply, "Mom." She took a.