You don't know what a blow job or just plain fucking feels like!" "Mom!" Hearing her say 'fucking', not as a swear, but as the act, was a little stra...ge. As was 'blow job', by the way. "Son, relax. Remember my promise to you. Now, I'm sure Kate can be worked on, in your gentlemanly way, and I've got a few ideas to lower her inhibitions. But right now I feel bad, neglectful that my son is being denied these pleasures after how good he has been." "Mom, don't feel bad." She replied, putting. I have never had a blow job like that.” “Alright, I said. Now lets get on with the real job,” I replied. Aaron then started making love to me. He started by kissing my hair and forehead, then on the neck and the earlobes and then on my mouth. We again went into a battle of the tongues. He continued on and gently licked and sucked my breasts, at the same time, his hand drifted down to my mound and then lower down my legs. He slid his body down so that he could take my feet in his hands. As she placed her panties in her master's hands, she noticed the small wet spot forming in his pants. Seeing her gaze on his cock, he ordered her to, "Take it out slave."Lisa began to unbutton his trousers. As she unzipped his pants, he reached out and touched her face, running his finger over her enlarged lips and across her cheeks. As she lowered his pants, and pulled his underwear down, she saw his cock for the first time. After all her experiences with men, she found his cock rather small. The walk to the caf? was all too quick; I was close to asking her so manythings whilst holding her, though she made sure to extend her handsacross the table as we sat opposite when inside. We sat staring into each-other's eyes whilst we made small talk; both not daring to ask or saywhat we both really wanted. My cock was rigid as I looked into that sweetface. We finished our coffees, paid and left. I knew she lived nearby andwas dreading saying goodbye to her.We walked hand in hand a little.