I put it on the envelope and stared at it, trying desperately to think of an alternative. It was useless. Try as might I could think of no alternative.... I picked up the phone and called the number we had been given for Mr. Eng.A woman answered and I was put on hold for several minutes. Finally a deep voice came on and the man identified himself as Mr. Eng.It was obvious that the man I was talking to was black. The accent was recognizable, too. It was the same accent that we had heard from the. Despite being spent, I can feel another orgasm slowly building. Despite the overwhelmingly physical pleasure I am experiencing, this orgasm is more cerebral.It’s an undercurrent from feeling his hot sticky sperm invading my womb. Of feeling his soft pointed dick head pressing and massaging against my cervix. I know that when a woman orgasms her cervix widens and stays widened. With his knot holding my lips tight, little of the massive amount of his cum leaves my pussy. Cum, despite being. Bill what are you thinking she’s your mom you can’t fuck your mom she brought you into this world you can’t just fuck her it’s wrong. But damn was she hot! ! I looked at my watch and realized I should head back before she gets suspicious of where I am. As I walked in the door I realized I came in at just the right time and my mom was indeed fully clothed but her breasts still looked amazing through the shirt. ‘Hi honey.’ she started as I came into the kitchen, trying not to stare at her perfect. “That explains the street clothes in the locker.” “You know how hot it gets up on the Altar,” she explained. “Yes, I do,” I said. “But for you, it is about to get hotter. Now, just as Erica, I want you to stand facing the wall, three feet back. Lean forward at the waist so that your hands are about three-quarters of the way up, and you are looking straight down to the middle of the space between your feet and the wall. You will count each stroke of my belt, and thank me after each. Your hands.