She whispered, “Come here, MY BETA I want to explore you.”I lay down next to her, my hips rolling and meeting hers igniting a spark of lust and pa...sion as our bodies joined, hands roaming and touching, mouths and tongues kissing as our love brought us together.My mother’s warm hands searched out and grasped my large cock. She ran her hand up and down the length of the thick shaft, over the foreskin covered head, and down to cup and gently roll my hair-covered balls in her delicate fingers. She. “I bet you didn’t expect that!” I shook my head still speechless. “I’ve never deep throated one before and you are big! I will do that some more but I want you in me!”She took a breath. “I bet that surprised you. I’ve been lady-like with and for you for the most part. I’ve decided that I trust you. I’ve always wanted to be a wanton slut for a special man. I think you can be that man. I hope so.”“Wow! That’s saying a lot. Let’s cool things for a few moments and talk about some ground rules. My. If you want to meet me, the gent’s washroom!”That was not something Mumtaz would do. She had hardly 30 minutes for the hearing, and she would not even go near the gent’s washroom. “No! I have a hearing. Also, who the hell are you?” Mumtaz was trying to be rude.“The man who did this to you!” came a reply with the same photo he took yesterday. Mumtaz resting on the table with her breasts popping out and skirt pulled up till her waist, exposing all of her pussy.“Don’t even try to blackmail me!”. I was about to leave to deliver the cooler when the Sheriff’s detective car showed up. The reason I recognized it as a cop car was Sylvia Amos was behind the wheel.“Sorry Sylvia, I’m getting ready to make a delivery,” I said.“Oh who do you sell to?” she asked.“I don’t sell, I fish for mom’s catering business. It’s a family thing,” I said.“Well I guess you don’t need a license for that,” Sylvia said.“I have no idea to tell the truth,” I admitted. “If you want you can ride along and ask her, if.