I live in the mystic city of New Orleans home of voodoo. For those of you not from New Orleans let me explain voodoo. It lives in this city like a fog... it creeps around, and up until yesterday I wasn't sure of its powers.Let me give you my situation. I am 27 years old and married. Donna is an attractive Creole woman. Dark hair to her shoulders bountiful bottom and nice round breast, yum.I on the other hand am slim. That is rare for a man living in a city with so much to eat. I was of average. My cock had been teased for so long and for her to actually stroke it was almost more than I could take. “You got to suck on me, now I want to suck on you.”My ears must have been deceiving me. This was the level of my shock. But sure enough she was going down on her knees. She pulled my cock out and continued stroking it but now using two hands. “It’s kinda like I’m praying to you.” She said. I could hear her smile by her tone. But was completely unsure how I should feel about it. As. !Goddamn! What was going to happen to them... all of his beautiful, beloved family? What would Jan say when he told her what he had to... what he'd planned and wanted to explain last night at the club, before she'd gotten completely out of hand? Would she be willing to help him? God knows he'd be more than willing to forgive any indiscretion of hers; he could understand the circumstances that had driven her to them... but would she understand his plight and help him in the only way she could?. His hand started to stroke her arm, then her hair and to the side of her face, she pressed her face against his warm hand, he them pressed his hand against her left boob, squeezing it for a quick second before she pushed him away"Fuck Jake, what was that? what are you doing?" She yelled"I was just comforting you" he replied as he stared at her body"I'm your fucken mom Jake, you can't do that" Well, your my step mom, so it's not the same as being my actual mom and in any way, I seen loads of.