She set the bag on the table and unfolded the first shirt to see what it said. "'Daddy's little baby maker, '" she read with a laugh. "You have no ide... just how accurate this shirt is for me." What do you mean?" Pete asked as he scratched his head."I've decided that I want my first baby to be my dad's," Sue explained."Does that mean I can't fuck the birthday girl in the cunt?" Pete asked sadly."I'm afraid so," Sue said. "Unless you have a condom for that monster prick you'll have to be. To my surprise, she did offer to jerk me off. I was happy to accept. She had me drop my pants and sit at the toe of the bed while she sat beside me and started working on my cock. I was sitting on the wet part of the bed which turned me on. Her hands were dry so it wasn't the best hand job, actually masturbating probably would have been better. She could tell I wasn't really getting anywhere so she stopped. I was dissappointed as I thought she was done. Instead she told me that she had. " she said I was shocked that my late 40s mother would be having sex with someone my age. No, maybe I was just making things up, and they were just good friends. After I did my greeting, I headed upstairs where I finished my leaving preparations for the night. As I headed towards the front door I heard the sound of alcohol bottles dinging and flirtatious laughter from my mother and James. I wanted to know for sure. "I'm leaving!" I shouted as I opened the front door. No response, she didn't. She smiled and said, “don’t worry Mark, it does not bother me at all, does it bother you?” I slowly shook my head and she laughed out loud. “I didn’t think so, the bulge in your pants gives away your feelings for me. Don’t worry, no one will find out about us. Lets just have some fun, Ok?” She started stroking my cock through my 501 Levis, I really like button fly jeans, and she made me remember why. The firmer my cock gets the easier it is to unbutton my pants. I struggled to crawl out.