With eachpump his dick slid across his Mom's clit and her gaspsbecame faster and her cries louder with every stroke.Mikey felt his orgasm swell up ins...de of him and heknew he was going to blow any second. He pulled hisdick from between his mother's legs and rolled her onher back. He lifted one leg over her and facing her,straddled her stomach.His Mom didn't fight him as he took both her hands,encircled his penis with them, and urged her to strokehim over the edge. Her nightgown was still on and. She carried a small bag and I asked her where her overnight things were. ‘In the car baby. You can get them later.’ Her soft American tone warmed me. She walked into my sitting room and looked around, inspecting, nodded as if satisfied and sat in a large armchair, mine normally. I smiled to myself – she owns the place. ‘May I get you some wine?’ ‘Thank you,’ - always polite. I poured us a glass each and carried them through to her, setting hers on a small table beside her and stood by the fire. " Geeze, Ma," he squealed."How long have you been doing this?" she asked, looking quite serious, and pulling her open robe back together, tossing back her hair.He sniffed. "A while, couple of years I guess." Before you were sixteen?"He nodded."They didn't know?"He shook his head."What do you charge?" Come on. I don't, but they give me money, some do." Uh huh, and you now have almost two thousand dollars. Let's see, at twenty bucks a lawn, how many lawns is that?" I have a job," he said,. Here we are, been drinking all day, stuck floating around in the river, and no where to go pee. And you know what?.... For some odd reason, the more you need to pee, the thirstier you become. Not sure if that happens with everyone, but it sure seems to be the case with ladies on the boat with me. The four of us are sitting on the bench seat in the back of the boat just laughing and giggling about our situation at the moment, but I'm not sure how long until we are no longer laughing and.