. “You don't need me to continue.”“No, no, I'm ready to get back to it.” My fingers squeezed her one last time and she groaned, “Please, Sea..., I have to work. But... thanks.”“Sure,” I said, my dick so hard.I pulled my hands away. For a moment, I didn't know what to do until she said, “Close my door on the way out, please.”“Yeah, Mom.” I swallowed and headed out, my dick throbbing. I needed to do something. Maybe I could slip away and jerk-off. It would be better if Mom did something to me,. He'll always come back," I explained. "Besides, we have to do this the right way or he'll become an arrogant asshole, and we'll be slaves to a boy with a big dick" "Gigantic dick," Wendy countered. "Humongous dick." "Gargantuan dick." "Gargantuan, good word," with that I offered my surrender. "Come on we have to talk to Mr. Gargantuan" When we came into the living room Jody was seeted in the chair. I sat on the couch cleaning his cum off my face. I tried not to show my excitement as her slinky black dress clung to her body and her large maternal breasts popped out and stared at me. I was eighteen and just coming into my sexuality as a lesbian or bisexual or whatever and still a little nervous as to how I felt. My sweaty palms reached over the length of my tennis skirt as I tried to dry them off.“It pains me to say this, but you have to withdraw,” she told me, with the slight hint of a tear at the corner of her eye.“You’re joking,. ”With a thoughtful look she said, “I’ve never thought about death that way. I’ve never really thought about death at all, except when someone I know dies. Then I just think about how senseless their death was. I think I understand what you are saying. I’m confused now, though. If you weren’t upset from killing that man, why did you not sleep well?”I reached over and took hold of both her hands. “My sweet Dulcinea, my dad used to say that there were five words every man he ever knew, was deathly.