It was what he liked doing the most. I could see the expressions on his face as the scenario played out. Except it wasn’t his wife, it was me and I...was loving it. I sucked his cock down my throat and started to bounce my head up and down on it. It was comfortable in my mouth but I remembered that Joyce had told me that she couldn’t deep throat, so I held back from taking it down to the back of my throat. I once more released his cock and Joyce gasped out loud. “That’s so fucking good, fuck. She didn’t answer her phone, so I left a message that I was checking up on her and hoped everything was OK. Although I’m sure she had my number, I left my number in my message. I also said that I hoped that we’d be able to visit together and I was here if she needed anything. On Wednesday night around 9, my phone rang and it was Denise. She was crying and the phone connection was horrible. I could barely hear or understand her with all of the static. I was able to figure out that she had gotten. I could feel drops of pre-cum oozing out, and it felt like I had reached the point right before ejaculation. Had the images of my naked mother caused this? I noticed my mother glance at the bulge in my pants. I quickly crossed my legs and acted like normal. My mother cleared her throat. After about 3 hours of driving my mom announced that we had arrived. "Alright!" I exclaimed excitedly. We parked and I got out of the truck and stretched my legs. My mom did the same. We got all our gear on and. That evening I spoke to Molly. We told ourselves how much we missed each other and the guilt crept in. What was I thinking? I couldn't jeopardize my marriage over a fling with a 50-something woman, but the prospect of having sex with Anne flooded my thoughts after we said goodbye. I knew that I simply had to have this woman. Monday was, in a nutshell, crazy. I actually had a good day at work, as thoughts of the evening and what could be kept me in a perpetually good mood all day. Even my staff.