"Maybe you can do some yard work while you're at it."They both laughed, but I just sat still. I was a little shocked that my friend had the nerve to c...tch a feel on my mother's ass.Shortly after dinner we watched television for a bit before my mom said she was going to go upstairs to read a book. Sean stayed for several minutes, but we didn't have much to talk about. I was tired and thinking of getting some good sleep on the eve of our baseball game.After Sean left I went upstairs and got ready. As my tongue made it’s first trip along her smooth slit, I felt her cover my cock head with her mouth. We mutually pleasured each other in a slow deliberate way, but she still had a hair trigger and soon was cumming in my mouth. Once again her taste was sweet and I drank all she could give me. After cumming several times in the last day, my own stamina was beginning to ebb. I was no young stud anymore but at least I was staying hard for her. She came several times again while I was still. We looked at each other for a long moment. I shook off the shock. ‘Where are my manners?’ I remarked. ‘Please, would you join me?’ I reached out to pull the chair near me out from the table. She nodded and sat down in a sinuous movement. I didn’t remember she had that much grace before we were divorced, but memories are always suspect. We remember the last thing we see of a person and my last view of Sherrie hadn’t been a flattering one for her. ‘Thank you,’ she said. We looked each other over. Only then did she climb off him and permit him to stand. As soon as he did so, she grabbed his dick and rammed it into the back of her throat, savouring the sweet, oily taste of her own pussy juices on his cock. She loved sucking cock. She enjoyed the feeling of power caused by reducing a man to his most primal state, focussed only on spurting his semen down her throat. She loved the feeling of control in that she could stop whenever she wanted, leaving her men unfulfilled. Of course, she.