I began concentrating on not having an orgasm, which seemed to bring me closer and closer to actually having one. Whith my eyes closed I leaned back d...wn, my fingers and nails digging into his chest to hold myself up. I opened my eyes and looked at him; Saverio was watching at me. I was now so close to an orgasm I could taste it. I held it, sliding back and forth willing myself not to climax.I closed my eyes again, bit my lips and began moving a little faster. Saverio was grabbing my waist,. I mean, with the cultural difference and the age difference and all, please let me know if certain subjects are off limits, dear.”“Don’t worry, Mama Mable, my mother and I have girl-talk all the time, and believe me, nothing is off limits between us. She tells me about the ups and downs of her relationship with my father, and I tell her about the ups and downs that Charlie and I have. I hope we can talk the same way,” Erika suggested openly.“Well then ... since we’re on the subject, dear, do. It was difficult, though, to tell if these were the cries of a young, teen boy helplessly lying there as his salacious, sexual mother carefully led him to another powerful orgasm, or a young man watching his woman satisfy herself on his thick cock. I loved both scenarios, but as much as I adored pleasuring my son and showing him how a girl should be treating him, I loved the idea of being his woman more. I wanted it. It felt so fulfilling to pleasure him and the way he looked at me afterward. ’ ‘Is that what you do? You, Frank, and the others, when you holler, throw beer cans and shoot guns?’ ‘It could be.’ He stood and offered his hand, ‘Come on, Sweetheart. Let’s eat supper and try to figure out a way to keep any more rocks from falling.’ * * * ‘Golly, that was good,’ Gail complimented Howard’s cooking as she pushed herself back from the table. ‘I’m never going to make enchiladas with plain hamburger meat again. I might have trouble finding venison at the meat market, but I’m.