Mr. Langston was looking very grim as he piloted the truck through the gently falling drizzle. The only sound was the hum of the motor and the sound o... the occasional rock hitting the undercarriage as we drove down the country roads.At last we pulled up in front of a slightly battered farmhouse that was in the process of being renovated. Several workmen were bustling around and a scaffolding was erected against one side of the building, and a crew was up there either removing or adding windows. My head hurt with the pressure as my body was forced over an edge I had never been to before. Mary quickly climbed on the table, straddling my face. I needed no coaxing as I grabbed her waist, bringing her pussy to my mouth. My tongue sought her clit as her musky smell assaulted my nose, driving me on, wanting to taste everything about her. I could hear her moans as she rode my mouth. Using my tongue I attacked her clit first, then as I felt her body go ridged, I ran my tongue deep into her. There was his mother, standing with her gown raised to her hips and her vagina exposed mere inches from his face.“Is this what you want to smell?… Huh?… Is it?… Is this what turns my little boy on?… Is this what you masturbate to?… Your mother’s vagina?… The place that gave birth to you?… My most sacred place?…”“Yes mom, yes… It is… I’m so sorry mom… Please forgive me… Please don’t tell dad… I’m so, so, sorry… Please don’t tell on me…”“Well sorry won’t do you any good young man… How can you. It’s probably enough to produce work for a less prestigious college but not for the GSA.“It’s possible to hire models privately but you also need to pay for a chaperone. I’d need at least 40 hours and there is just no way my parents could afford it.” She sounded a bit downhearted.“Look,” I said after a short silence, “if it helps I’d be willing to be a nude model for you, so long as you don’t show the pictures around”.Cathy went quiet and lowered her eyes down to her empty coffee cup.“That’s a.