I really didn’t have a problem with that. So Mom called over and told Angela’s mother to send Angela over for some cookies and milk. She arrived i... about one minute. Mom got the cookies and poured the milk.After we ate the first cookie Mom asked, “Angela would you be a dear and help me teach my son about sex?”Angela replied, “Sure if you want me too, but I don’t know very much about it either. Maybe you could teach us both.”Mom replied, “I’d love too dear. Why don’t you eat a few more cookies. January 24 was my last day there. I clocked out at 10:00 and turned in my uniform to him. We shook hands and he told me he would miss me. Though I didn't particularly like him, he had given me a job and had helped me earn money for college. I felt I owed him a little bit."You know what you need to do?" I told him just before I walked out the door."What's that, Bill?" he asked."Get into pizza delivery," I suggested.He looked at me strangely. "Pizza delivery? Nobody does that. It isn't. My cock pistons in and out of you. Thrusting deep into that sensitive area, one hand reaches under to play with your clit, I feel you Cumming round my cock, your hot juices flowing once more, through the haze of pleasure you cannot believe how many times you have cum today already then you feel my cock tense up inside you. My cock starts to jerk, I felt your pussy clamping down on me again and that most exquisite feeling has set me off. I send the first load deep into your pussy, pulling out. I started to avoid him, always making sure that I was doing something when he came home so that I couldn’t look at him. The days passed and I grew more uncomfortable in my son’s presence. I didn’t know if it was because of his endless ramblings or if it was the way he looked at me, with a type of hunger in his eyes as if I were his pray and he was waiting to pounce. Most of my awaking hours were spent trying to figure out what had caused the change in my son. I was perplexed until the day that.