" I said, not wanting to push."Yeah," she replied, taking my cock in her trembling hands. She held it oh so gently for a second, and then, carefully, ...ike it was made of eggshells, she gently gripped me more firmly. I gasped, and she looked up at me. I'm not sure what she saw on my face, but apparently she was satisfied with it, because then my Mom slowly dropped to her knees, and sat looking almost reverently at the hard cock in front of her face. I closed my eyes and my head tilted back. I. . aur meri saari utar di , phir sab table pe nasta karne baithe aur mai wahi table ke neeche unke pairo ko paas , mere pati ne mera peticote utha ke ghaand ke upar kar diya … aur apna lund mere muh me de diya… woh sab baatein kar rahe the hi aaj to haramzadi randi bilkul shehar ki raad lag rahi hai … sasur ji bole mere dost se bhi isne aaj aapne boobs dabwal liye … iska bas chalta to yeh randi wahi choot phela ke unke lund se chud leti … kuttiya hai badi beshram, to isko kuch to inaam dena hi. They need only gesture andI would fall to their feet and lavish the soles of their shoes withkisses. My brain danced around in little circles, and my sensesabsorbed the couple like I was a newborn child and they were myparents.I had first encountered him in prison. I was a white collar fool andhe was my protector. I became his lady on the second day of ourinternment together. He made me suck him and sleep at his huge feetand I did both without the luxury of reluctance. It was that or die atthe. "You got all weekend." She said, smiling. "Why not wait until Sunday? You could spend Saturday just hanging out, maybe take a girl to dinner or something..." Oh, God, that's another thing." I said, not really thinking about it but needing to vent. "I keep striking out with girls. I don't know what's wrong with me, but..." Wait, wait..." She stopped me. "Hold on a second. What do you mean you keep striking out? Didn't you just take that one girl, Stacy, out last night?" Um...yeah." I admitted.