Again, a "lump" brushed my hand. I reacted and moved my hand and his soothing voice said "No. that's okay. Just let your hands dangle over the sides o... the table. We'e bound to bump into each other. It's okay."When his hands arrived to my feet, they massaged them masterfully. This was a new "rush" for me...he pulled and "popped" each toe. He then spread my legs wide and his oiled hands began stroking up the inside of my thighs, his fingers touching my scrotum. He now relocated his body to my. The cock cleaning was merely a duty to be performed by a good slave.We left her to recuperate and went upstairs to rest our selves. We thought nothing of the fact that we were both naked as we plopped down onto mom's bed and dozed off.Fred woke before me. He poked me in my side as he said, "Hey man, let's go see how your mom's doing." You know Fred, when we're alone with her, we need to refer to her as slut or whore. If you want to call her by her name, do it in a demeaning way. She's in the. What had I done up to this point?I had married the wrong guy, let him dominate me with his needs and wishes, then when we divorced I became almost a recluse not going out and being in the dumps trying to figure out what all of this meant. Then in one magical afternoon and evening I met a perfect stranger and fell into her arms as if we’d been lovers forever. Peg caught me looking at her reflection in the mirror and came over to me wrapping her arms around me, pulling me close to her in a hug. I told him what I had been doing since we moved. After we talked I asked him why he didn't have any hair on his chest and crotch. He laughed and said, after working outdoors all day,the sweat stuck to it and starts to stink. I finally built up the courage to ask him if he'd show me how to shave. He smiled and said normally I wouldn't, but considering you're dad's passed, and you're like a second son to me, I'll help you if that's what you want. I said it is. I said I didn't like the hair, it.