She was frequently aroused!I learned that she was a recently graduated English lit major who moved to the city to write. I read some of her fiction, a...d it was better than good. She loved mysteries and romance trash, board games, cooking, and oldies music. She fit with Cynthia and me like a missing piece of the jigsaw puzzle.When I offered her a part-time, ad hoc, job as a technical or report writer, jaws dropped at the office - one woman was miraculous, two was impossible.My home life was. “I’m more afraid of what I might do rather than you.” “But you have complete control,” I reminded her. “Nothing happens that you don’t want.” Her smile was small and not as genuine. We sat for several seconds. “Well,” I said, “It’s time we find you a taxi. Can’t have you walking home in those heels.” She surprised me by putting her hand across the top of mine. “Wait,” she said, with a touch of urgency. “What is it?” “Aren’t you forgetting something?” “What?” “The kiss,” she said. “You said you. I started working my tongue in just a little, testing her slowly. She continued to sit quietly and didn’t say a word. I invaded a little deeper, feeling the tight muscle of her sphincter relax until I could almost get through the entire length of the muscle. She let go, allowing more and more of my pointed tongue into her back passage. My constant soft prodding seemed to be working. With a slow undulating motion I could feel her hips start to rotate into my tongue, asking for just a bit more. I. The bruising would appear later that afternoon.Finally, he slumped over, cock still twitching. He blinked the sweat out of his eyes. He'd just fucked his own mother to a gut-wrenching climax. This was, without any doubt the best goddam day of his entire life. Bar-fucking-none!When he could focus again, he watched his mother's body relax. Her hands released their hold on the sheets. Her back dropped down to the bed. She took a deep, shuddering breath. Then another. She blinked. Tried to focus on.