Lick my cock, Mom.”A line of saliva dripped off her chin.“We don’t have long Teddy-bear,” she whispered jacking her hand up and down my iron-h...rd rod and massaging her clit with her free hand. “I need you to hurry up and fuck me good before your father gets home.”“Take it easy, Mom. I want to make sure you’re nice and wet before I stick it in you.”I sat down next to Mom on the sofa, my cock still jutting out at forty-five degrees like an Olympic diving board. Then I reached over and pulled down. ” “You mean to dance?” “What? No, John, this isn’t a dance. This is a swingers’ party. As in swinging. As in open sex.” Then it hit her. “Oh my God, you thought swing party meant music?” I was so embarrassed, my cheeks must have been beet-red. Lucy smiled and hugged me. “Don’t worry. You’ll be fine.” Steve came back with three glasses of wine. Lucy told him about our conversation. “John thought swing meant music and dancing,” she explained. “Oh. Um, no problem. The wine will relax the nerves. "But you're my most popular escort Brenda, think of the money you won'tearn," she said."Melissa, I need a break, I just can't do it tonight," Brenda said."Alright, I get Connie to do it, but my customer won't be happy," Melissagroused."I'm sorry Melissa, I'll make up for it, I just can't do it tonight,"Brenda said."I'll remember that," Melissa said as she walked into her office.Brenda knew Melissa would remember. She liked having people owe her andtook advantage of it when they did.Mario showed. " Ryan felt panic rise despite his positive response. "I'm not trying to pressure you, just so you know. And I'm not trying to, I don't know, look for more of anything. I just thought it's been a little while and Evan said something to them and so Mom's asked a few questions and it'd just be easier if you met them." She was out of breath when she finished. "Ryan, it's fine." He patted her arm. "I don't mind, really. Just let me check the schedule and we'll work something out." "Okay. Thanks.".