"How far away is your mother? Should we go and try to help her?" I asked."I'm not sure how far it is, a mile, maybe a little more, but it will be dark...before we could get there," she said."Can you walk?" I asked, and she stood up and took a few steps."It doesn't hurt very badly. I can walk if we go slowly. I don't think I can trot though," she said."We will walk then. I think we should go and see if she needs help." But it will be dark. We might not be able to find the way. There will be no. Johnson handed me a bar of soap and just pointed at her pussy. As I washed that hole for almost ten minutes I got her off twice and she told me that her husband was too busy fucking his secretary to fuck her anymore. I knew that my mother was not his secretary.Soon I dragged her out of the shower and threw her on her bed still soaking wet. Her hair was dripping all over her pillow and I had my face in her crotch. She tasted pretty good for a fifty-year-old woman. Then I shoved my cock into her. When it’s hard like this, that can hurt a bit and a hurt cock is soon a soft cock.’ She looked up. ‘Do I make it hard?’ ‘Oh, yes, Emma. Yes, you do.’ Good! she thought as she took him in both hands. For several minutes Emma just experimented. Derek seemed to really like it when she rolled a hand over the head of his cock. It was fun to elicit groans of enjoyment from him — empowering too. He also seemed to like when she slid one hand after another up from the base to the tip. It was pretty. She said fine. No more talk about this. I smiled and told her that I had more than just that picture. I leaned over and kissed her cheek and left the room. The next couple days we had a substitute for Mrs. Brown. I would go home and jerk off to the pictures, cumming 4 or 5 times a day. When Mrs. Brown came back she asked to speak with me alone. I was more than happy to. After class she told me that she had talked to Mr. Olson and that I should turn over all the pictures to him and that I would.