" Now, you're pulling my chain, Janet. Aren't you?" I'm going to the gym tomorrow night, you can go visit my Mom and keep her company. And, anything e...se that might just happen." You're saying you want me to go fuck your mom?" Um, yeah, I guess I am. I mean I love my mom, I love you, I know you would be good to her in bed, and I wouldn't have to worry about her getting on with some guy that would be trouble." Tomorrow night? While you're at the gym?" You have my permission, Doug. What guy. When we first met she said she looked forward to having a student like me the next school year and replied by telling her i'd love to have her as a subject for my sketch book. "perhaps." she replied with a smile. we were in our second quarter of the school year and though i haven't had the opportunity to formally have miss. c sit for sketches, i have made a dozen or so drawings of her as she held class or sat at her desk, easel or potters wheel. i would make a quick sketch and later while at. She shivered at the sight and felt the beginning of a slow, deep, delicious ache between her legs. An ache she'd only felt with men in this state and in no other - the unending silence and stillness.The perfect juxtaposition that made her few moments with them delicious: her self-awareness, her body warm and receptive to touch, their loss of awareness, their bodies cold and numb, her body capable of movement and manipulation, their bodies compliant, immobile and vulnerable. Vulnerable as calves. Don’t worry, I will teach you well.”I cooked up an expression of self-assurance, ”Ok, hubby, then teach me well, I am ready to learn.” I opened my mouth wide, and with a gentle nudge, he embedded half of the cock in my waiting mouth. The heat of his cock sizzled my tongue and inner cheeks with an indescribable sweetness.A gentle moan of satisfaction arose from my throat, which was matched vociferously by my son. “You look so much better with my cock in your mouth. Don’t look down – keep your.