" I said, with out taking her mouth of my dick she looked at me with a mix of disappointment and anticipation. With out saying a word she stopped suck...ng my cock and got into position to ride it. She lowered all the way down my shaft slowly, moaning the whole way. "Ooohhhh, your cock is mine now John, anytime I want it your going to come her and give it to me." she said as she bounced up and down on my dick. I was so distracted by the motion of her tits that I barely heard her. I mumbled some. Well, a lot of things weren’t right anent: Dixie Walker. Like where the fuck was he? Like was he still intent on killing me? Like were the Meriwethers still funding him?But something else had been niggling away at my subconscious. Two somethings. Two conversational tidbits, seeming unrelated. Although they shared a common subject matter.Months earlier, back when I was first considering Matt Striker as more than a professional colleague, we’d had a conversation, a post Gunther-raid conversation,. That person has to make sure that the other one cums first. Now, take off the rest of your clothes, Ned. We're not expecting any company."The sight of his flat abs sent even more juice down between my legs. As he moved his head down there, I noticed that he stopped a few inches short of the target.Son of a bitch, he's smelling me, afraid of rotten fish. Don't worry, kid, I spray down there; I made it nice and sweet for you."Do you like the scent, Ned?"His reply was a soft murmur as his hands. ” I asked “And what a woman’s vagina like?”She lowered herself to the floor as I sat on the bed. Moved in closer to my dick. She said, the flesh of a female’s vagina is smooth like my hand. She rubbed me again and again. She said I would love the sexual sensations that a female would give me. “Like What Mom?” I asked. She said she couldn’t show me because of she was my mother. But she could tell me. Mom is one of those people that needs to talk with her hands. She couldn’t show me with out.