Cheryl was now really 25 years of age, having had a birthday in themeantime, but her new adopted mother worried about her when she was outon a date. ...ven when she was with what seemed to be a really nice boy.So,when Cheryl was out on a date, she always stayed downstairs, fallingasleep on the sofa but awakening when she heard the key in the front doorlock. Even before Cheryl entered the room, JoAnn smelled it. Thespecial, slightly acrid odor of cum. A panic struck JoAnn with the worrythat. I put it in Romance because I prefer that category and because it has no whips, chains, ropes, kinky sex, etc. so I thought the BDSM fans would be disappointed by it. The style is stilted because I wrote it quickly and I was focusing more on the dynamics between the two characters than style. Disclaimer: All characters who engage in slap and tickle are at least eighteen years old. All rights reserved. Chapter 1 If he were to have a motto, he probably would have relied on Voltaire: ‘Judge a man. I hear you whimper, just softly. I kiss your lips. Stopping you from making too much noise. Gentle, soft kisses while my hand travels lower over your abdomen. I can feel your hips move. Just slightly. But enough to let me know you want my touch lower; and lower fast. I feel the tip of your cock as my hand moves lower still. As my hand lowers more, my fingers wrap around your cock. I begin to stroke your shaft. I continue to kiss your lips.I feel your cock harden in my hand. It feels. This caused her to tense noticeably, but she didn’t jump.I continued my movements on her button as I fingered both holes. Within a couple of minutes she gasped “Stop, please stop.”I slowed down considerably but kept moving a bit. “I want you inside me, I don’t want to come this way,” she got out in between breaths.I pulled my mouth away and withdrew my hand. During all this, Heather had been sitting on the side of the couch watching intently. She now gave her mother instructions.“Mom, roll.