I asked her if this was going to involve blood, and she said no. I asked if it was going to involve pagan ritual, and she said no. So I agreed to let ...er show me.The next week, she took me out to some kind of nightclub, with lots of loud techno-remix disco music, and people jumping around and smoke, and fire... Something was on fire... And then she led me through the bouncing, rubbing, writhing crowds, upstairs. I didn't know these places even had an upstairs. I thought the only place you could. I wasted no time getting out of my boxers, and standing at the window, partly behind a blind, began wanking at the voluptuous sight. After about three minutes, she disappeared from view and I knew that I would be able to see her from the bathroom window, so I fled there.I pushed open the door and barged into the bathroom with long strides, and found myself standing totally naked and with a massive hardon just about two feet away from my equally naked mom who was sitting on the turned down seat. By the time the scene was over and she was washing his jizz off her face she was ready to forgive him. It wasn’t the sex that made her feel different. It was that he made her laugh during the scene. He was never going to leave the business. It afforded him the luxury to not have a real job. He was able to devote his free time to go to the gym, go mudding, and work on his house. He treated the business like a business instead of a party. That’s how he was able to save and amass a nice a little. Thomas did not even blink as he got a full view of her sexy body. It was something Tom had not even fantasized about, covered tits and exposed cunt. Reaching behind his head Monica fished out pantyhose and pulled them across his chest. As they passed his nipples Thomas moaned. ‘Do you like the way the stocking feel? I bet you want to wear them, don’t you’, she smiled, continuing to pull the hose down until the pass over his cock. ‘My God, that feels wonderful’, he cried. ‘I’m not done yet’,.