I went in the back door. Kathy was waiting at the kitchen table, naked as usual. Her 26-year-old body had nice curves including the full and slightly ...agging breasts.“C’mon big boy, get naked. I’m horny!”I stripped in the bedroom and she grabbed for my already risen pecker. She tasted it a bit then lay down on the messy bed. With the wet spots and the smell, it had obviously just been the scene of serious fucking. She pulled my head towards her swollen and hairy pussy. I put up with this even. What do you thinking about when you masturbate?" Ah... about having sex, sex with my mother."There was a sharp intake of air. "I see. Well son you are going to have to come back to my office and discuss this with me personally. Do you know the way?" Yes, I know the way." Good, you go ahead and I'll be right there."I left the confessional and quickly walked back to the priests' office. The door was open and I went inside and took a seat on the couch and waited. As I sat there I worried about. I am not serial gigolo, so mail directed to those ends will be universally disregarded. I have to add - this is not exactly a stroke story. Let’s just say that in a lot of instances, I was in the right place at the right time with the right people. As it is, I was amazed at the details of my life I remembered – although as I remembered chronologically, more details came to the fore. © Hellraser 2014If you followed my other looong story of growing up, there are some side trips that I can expand. Now Mary is trying to say something but it comes out almost like she’s speaking tongues Waving at Rick’s erection and shaking her head Finally she gives it an “oh fuck it” look and removes his rubber (She dislikes giving head with condoms) and goes deep down on him as she offers up her ass to me I waste no time going in her and again make eye contact with Rick from across her back. His mouth is open and eyes look like he’s in shock as she again works his tool A grin spreads across his face so.