Mom told me. "I guess while you were driving here from Stewart City," Really," I said."She mentioned you had talked to her Thursday evening," my mom e...plained. "After work, I guess." I will admit that I was very upset on Thursday and yes, that's when I told her I'd have to leave," I said. "When she asked why, I told her I was being let go."After a short pause, I asked my mom, "Why did she call you?" Well, she said she was sorry you lost your job. She said it sounded like it wasn't your fault. My breasts were bouncing back and forth until I grabbed one with my hand massaging it roughly. I looked into the mirror at him staring back at me. “You like that? You like your tits?” “Yes I love it. I love my tits.” “Do you like my dick all the way inside you?” “Your dick feels so good inside me. I love the way you’re hitting my ass.” As if to punish me, he slowed. He leaned forward onto me, still inside me. He took hold of my chin and a little roughly twisted my head to the side. His face was. She doesn’t quite fight it because she doesn’t want it. She fights it because she wants her master to take her there first. Yet Kamari is at a disadvantage. This is the master’s world, and here everything obeys her.Kamari’s hands are tugged above her head. The probing at her back door intensifies, pushing in further. She tries to clench herself around the intruder, but it is ineffective. It slides in further, pressing and probing, slithering and sliding. Her head lolls to the side. She cannot. " I said as my mind checked out in the midst of hand to dick proximity. She gently squeezed my thigh and to my surprise moved her hand snugly under my scrotum and gave me a squeeze. Looking up to me she said, " Do you feel alive?" "Very". I said. My cock was a pulsing mass of lust and confusion with the warmth of my mother's hand at its base. Without a moments hesitation I felt her hand let go of my upper thigh and slip down under the waistband of my shorts to grab my rigid cock. "Of fuck". was.