It was his laid back approach that had instilled some trust in her.But as the meeting was looming ever closer she did begin to get some butterflies in...her stomach. The mere prospect of what they were going to do both excited and frightened her. It had been agreed that she was to meet him at New Street station in Birmingham where he was going to then drive her out to his house on the outskirts.Although she had seen photographs of him and his car, with the registration plate fully visible it. Karl’s jeans were around his ankles and my mom’s jeans were already off by the time I snuck into my hiding place on the stairs. He sat back while she blew him. I held my wonder-woman sl**p-tee down over my knees to prevent Karl from noticing my white legs in the darkness, or so I thought. As they proceeded together, just like always, I began to rub and finger myself just as Gwen had taught me- a finger teasing my hole, and two fingers circling my clit. Mom sucked his dick for about five. My parole officer found me a job at a junkyard, and it was the perfectplace for me to do as I had done in prison - do my job, and keep my headdown.And time slowly passed.I had been out for about 7 years when my parole officer said that wasofficially done with my sentence. I was shocked, because I rememberedbeing sentenced for longer, but my parole officer just waved off thequestions I had and wished me luck.Not long after that, I finally broke out of the empty rut my life hadbecome, or rather. She sat underneath me, and started to eat me out, her tongue working wonders on my pussy. The men left the room. "Come for me, darling. Mamma wants to have your hot cum all over her face!" She slapped my clit, sending me overboard as I orgasmed all over her face. She took her time licking it up, her tongue lapping up the taste and teasing me into another orgasm. My body was shaking when she unchained me and laid me down. She sat on my face. "Eat mamma out darling, she wants to feel your human.