I was determined not let him cum until I was ready, but his balls were like concrete by now. I didn’t want him to feel tortured so I decided that I ...ould bring him off in the next few strokes.I couldn’t help teasing him just a little bit more so I held his cock up straight with my left hand, and once again just caressed the tip lightly with my thumb and forefinger. I’ve used this technique many times before and it hasn’t failed yet, so I was pretty certain that I didn’t need to do much more. To drench this place in something naughty.Everything was made of white marble streaked with black or black marble streaked with white. Everywhere I looked, the colors alternated. The pillars out front holding up the roof of the porch went from boring light to dull dark. The stones formed a checkered pattern of the walls, the floor, the ceiling. It hurt my eyes staring at the patterns.“I don’t like this at all,” I said as I scampered beside Master.“It’s the blending of the feminine and the. When we got back to her house I wanted to collapse after the long day walking in these heels and she told me to not even thing about it. So we sat there and discussed the day so far. She seamed mad like I didn't understand her point. See she said that all the guys I though were staring at us were staring at me and that all the attention we were getting was because of the way I was dressed which I did not believe.She thought of another way to prove her point. she was going to invite over two. My throbbing cock was almost painful as it wanted more from her. I wanted more from my mother.“I don’t normally do this.” She said softly as she pulled me to the couch.“It’s okay neither do I.” I lied. My mother was right though, I never had seen her with a boyfriend since the divorce. Truthfully I got the impression she was lonely. As much as I was going to do this because I wanted to, a part of me knew my mother needed this. Which is why Aunt Kathy had gone.