Then the fire in me lit up. Anyway, why should I complain as I have a partner and Carol is an extra special friend? So, I said, "fine by me if you don...t mind me having a dabble as well?" I started to look at all the web site and found one, a little on the expensive side but seemed to have a good number of contacts. I set up the account with Carol's help dictating what a woman wanted to read. I left it a couple of days before going back and was amazed at how many "Likes, virtual kisses and even. ." He raised his hands, trying to gesture with them since words failed him. But his hands just flailed about until he dropped them back down.He tried again. "I mean, what am I supposed to do when I have a mom who looks like a centerfold porn star? Maybe she's a Bible thumper from the neck up, but from the neck down I'd like to 'thump' her ... Oh my God!" I know," Suzanne said. "I'm not finding fault with you, not one bit. In fact, the very fact that she's your mother makes her help all the more. Ah ... I could see your ... I could see ... ”This time I knew she knew the word. I thought I’d help her out anyway.“My cock? You saw my cock?”“Yes. Anyone could have seen it. It was so big, and it wasn’t just resting there; it was sticking way out.”“Let me see if I understand this. You say I was standing right here with my pants around my ankles -- like this?” I dropped my pants. She stopped talking and with an open mouth stared at my cock which was fast coming to attention.“Then what happened?. .. While I did that, all I couldsmell was moms pussy.. My whole crotch smelled like her pussy.I cleaned up as best I could, fixed my makeup, got dressed and went to sitin the living room to watch TV. Mom was already sitting in the recliner soI stretched out on the sofa. We talked about what we did and how much funit was.I told her how good her pussy was and how cool I thought it was that Icould make guys feel that good. I told her what a turn on it was to knowthat I had made half the guys in.