I turned my head around and saw mom wearing her sandals."Lock the door after I'm gone. Okay?", she said standing at the door."Yea. Fine", I said as I ...ut down the manga and walked up to the door where she was standing. And as she was wearing her footwear, I looked at her from behind trying to size up against her."Still up to the neck huh", I told myself in disappointment. It was the same as last time. I had lost all hopes of growing now at 18 but still somewhere I was hopeful."Okay sweetie.. The smell of incense, oil paint, and body odor fills the canyonesque space, a long but narrow studio with 20 foot ceilings, a bare pine sleeping loft, and a huge industrial sink that seems to double as an illegal shower. One of the walls has a ladder up against it and I can see six foot tall knee-high boots painted on the brick, fading into the unlit reaches of the upper wall so that I couldn’t make out who was wearing them. A trim woman in her mid forties turns when we come in the door, her. . Yes.. please.. own me.. I’m cumming for you now… I’m cumming ”..My pussy squeezed and milked him.. I began to cum. I felt the warm rush of cum flowing out of me and soaking his penetrating cock. Giving him more of my natural body lubricant to glide through.“Yes! oh, Carla Jo…so wet…. I have wanted to fuck you for years. Let me own you. Let me be the one to fuck this baby in you”.I held onto him even tighter. He never pulled his cock out of me..He kept his meat inside of me very deep. The full. ’ We finished eating, and Tim got up. ‘Well, I’ll see you at the office. Or rather, not see you.’ He grinned, and I returned his smile, already thinking of what little tricks I could play to liven up the routine of his day. When we returned home that evening, Tim made us a simple stew, and we ate it with fresh bread he’d picked up on the way home. We sat for a while, then Tim pleaded tiredness, and went to bed early. I sat for a while in the darkened living room, looking out of the window at.