Mom doesn't usually rag on me, but she did this time, about the state of my clothes - the ones I was wearing at that moment, that is."Maybe we should ...top by the house and you could change," mom dithered."It's too far to go back now," I pointed out. "Let's just get this over with. You know how I feel about shopping." Well, I don't like it either, dear," mom reminded me. "But you don't have a thing to wear to the dance."She was right, I didn't. But I really hate shopping! I get claustrophobic in. After few days she knows it is common routine. One day I found her very dull and I’ve gone and hugged her as usual. At that day she herself moved her face over my lund and opened her mouth and caught my balls. That sent a shock down my spine.I rolled my balls in side her mouth for quite some times. Received coffee from her, didn’t go anywhere and again rolled my lund in her mouth till I finish my coffee.I walked out of the room and spent all day playing with my lund feeling the same high. Since. A moment later, she felt herself being carefully deposited in a kitchen chair."Golly, I was afraid you might hurt yourself," she said. "You surprised me—you're really strong for an old man." Bite your tongue, young lady. Didn't anyone ever tell you? Age is only a number, "he said, grinning down at her. "And, what's with this old man business, anyway? You trying to hurt my feelings?" Okay, Okay... !" she said, pretending to be exasperated at him, "After the way you carried me up those stairs—I. I held my self in the deepest penetration I was able to get and Rena pushed back into me just as hard. I was so engrossed in my own pleasure that at first I didn’t feel it but gradually I began to sense Rena’s mussel control as she opened and closed her arse hole on my cock. It was undeliverable. The sensation aroused me quickly. The opening and closing of her hole squeezed and released me as if she was sucking or stroking my cock. Rena looked back at me and smiled. I returned the expression.