Ittook me a while to calm her down but she wont let me touch her afterwards. In thenext few days, she went through my pc in my absence and dug out my ...orn andphotos that i had taken.For the next month or so, she started coming back late from work. At first theexcuse was that she was going for drinks with Laura, Taylor and Darren. Shehadn't touched my penis since that incident. Whenever she came back late from work,she wanted me to bury my face in her pussy and ass and eat both outthoroughly. It. She said I don't look slutty do I ? What, I said No you look very nice. Why would you say that I asked? She said it's just I love dressing slutty and getting reactions from men...and I was afraid that you could tell. Tell what I said? She said I'll all slut under this beautiful dress. I knew better than to say show me , if I had she wouldn't ,just to make me squirm. So I just said nothing. You don't believe me do you she said? Baby I always believe you I told her. I turned to pick up my jacket.. I was still half engorge and throbbing when I opened the door. “Hello, Sue. How are you…” “Were you watching me?” she erupted. Not in a harsh way, but direct. I stammered a moment and nodded. “Do you always watch me?” I answered again with a nod, and she reached up and untied her top. Blue with white polka dots fell away, revealing tanned skin and pink nipples. They were hard and inviting. “Is this what you wanted to see?” she asked, a smile beginning to cross her face. Her eyes had moved down. But should she remove her hand at the right moment, she would spurt impressively across her bed (and bedroom), routinely splattering her mirror that sat over 6 feet away.It was with that knowledge, and anticipation of the eruption to come, that Meredith's mother, Jackie, sat quietly at the foot of the bed, naked and waiting for her daughter to cream all over her surprisingly youthful face.I want to touch her, taste her so badly, she thought. Patience, girl... Meredith's orgasm slowly but.