The hot milky squirts spurted out, splashing on my stomach. “Did you like that, Tommy?” my mother whispered. “Did that feel good?” she ask...d, looking directly in my eyes. “Oh mom, it felt great!” I gasped. I put my hand over hers as she continued to gently masturbate me. “I’m so pleased,” she continued, “I wanted to make you feel good because you’ve been such a wonderful son.” After a short time she stopped and said, “Well, now, let’s get you cleaned up.” She swung her legs over the. .3...4..." I started to count, hoping if I did it would please her andshe'd stop sooner. I guess I could have resisted but it didn't come to mindat all once she got going."Oh look how pathetic you are slut! A real man would never have let thishappen to him. If Jack was here I'd probably be in your place! Hedefinitely wouldn't have been over my knee whatever happened"The reference to the guy who fucked her the night before stung a little,but the fact she so happily talked about it as if my. When it came to payment i thought it would be an opportunity to find out if she wanted me i text lesley and asked where she wanted to meet at the job or her own house i was hoping it would be her own house as a building site is no good for being with a client. She text straight back saying her own house i knew her husband worked a late shift so arrange for night time.I turned up to the address when she answered the door she was wearing a light summer dress and wedge high heel i noticed she had. It was like the music scene in that movie “Deliverance” where the inbred k** played the banjo any the city man played the guitar. I would do something to Liz and she would do it back to me her way. She did something to me, I responded in kind. Then, we were strumming each other building to a mutual climax.Or three.I had no clue how long we had sex. It could have been for weeks but it could have not been enough. We heard a knock on the door. Naturally, I thought it was Chuck.“Come in.”To my.