I knew I dared not interrupt her. Dad also was blushing, but knew not to say anything either. We both knew our places.To my surprise, Mother and Dar...ene, as they conversed and conversed, they found they had a lot in common. I was so embarrassed when Mother told Darlene she encouraged me to masturbate myself to take my mannish edge when I went out on high school dates.“Even though he's 23, I still supervise him as he masturbates to keep the pressure in his balls under check. I just think it's. Poor Gordon she thought, there he is slaving himself away for a board of directors he would never meet and never likely to meet on an equal footing both financially and socially, and the price for all his efforts and work was stress, strain and jet lag as he travelled around for a meagre salary. Yes the salary he was on was lucrative but lately money meant so little to Gaynor. She was herself never a lady who hankered after rich expensive material possessions, sure she liked to travel to the. "Well, you wouldn't answer my questions, so I looked on the guide and found a movie called "Blowjob teens 12", she said matter of factly as she turned back to the tv. I know I should have turned around and gone to my room but I couldn't. I walked in and sat on the couch, my hand reaching down and squeezing my painfully hot erection. "Daddy, does every girl get the whole thing down her throat like that?" "The good ones do", I blurted out. Fuck it, not like there was any chance of being adult. She had other ideas. I gave her the tray which she sat on her lap. "When I have finished eating you can wash up and get changed into your night clothes". I looked at her, wondering how long she intended keeping me here today. Her answer came quickly. "Now that you are my maid you are going to live here, I will be driving your, or should I say my big car to my new home, which used to be your home". She giggled as she saw my eyes fill with tears and then continued, "You have to get used to being.