It had been ages since her body had felt this alive and yet nothing had happened yet. There was nothing to indicate that this was to be anything more...than a platonic movie date. It would be the first time they were in the same room since deciding to terminate their illicit relationship and stay friends. They both had feared that it would be too much temptation for either of them to see each other, so they mostly had communicated via email over the years. As her thoughts ran away with her,. I know he hears me and I know how important it is to him that we stay silent but he does not glance back. There is no anger. He also knows that we will not shoot a bear tonight, it’s too late in the season. He knows we will, most likely, not even see a bear. But that is not important to him. All that is important is this silence. These wet woods. The sharp tinge of winter in the cold evening air. All that matters is the meditative walk in a long straight line, going nowhere, looking vaguely for. He stepped up on to the mattress, smiled and said, "Don't worry whore, you’ve been fucked enough tonight to enjoy this big cock by now". Ok act cool I thought so I just smiled back at him and replied “nice size cock you have there” Then he said “open wide bitch and suck on this big cock” I sat up and knelt right in front of that monster cock of his and began licking it at first top to bottom. I was able to wrap both my hands around it and there was still room for another hand. As I held on to. The first thing that happened was that I, like every other young man at that age, realised that every morning I would wake up with a sticky mess in my shorts, and a hardon that you could balance a pair of dumbbells on unless I'd jerked off before going to sleep. The second thing to happen was that I began to notice that Susan had a body, and a great one at that. She is 5 feet 9 tall, has lovely ripe breasts and long, slim, tanned legs. The problem was, Susan was my Mum. She may be 37 but she.