Get on your knees.”I’m happy to obey. I slide out of the chair and kneel before him, looking up, his piercing blue eyes staring intently into mine... I run the palm of my right hand over the back of his left calf, my fingers fanning out as I cup it gently. I’m careful not to apply too much pressure, I want him to feel the agony I’ve felt for the last thirteen years.The pads of my fingertips dance over the thin fabric of his dress pants, neither of us taking our eyes off the other. I slide my hand. 'Allow me,' I said, squatting down to help him. But instead I helped him remove them completely and while doing this I noticed the drop of sperm forming at the end of his penis. I took him in my mouth and gently cleaned him up." Wow, what a good girl. Could you show me how you did that?" But you haven't cum," she said, slightly puzzled."No but there's a bit of precum there. I just want to see your lips around my penis, to be honest."She gently sucked and tongued my cock and I thanked her for. When it was all over, Mom simply rolled on her side with her back to me, giving me my first look at her awesome ass.Mom had already left for work when I got up the next morning. I suppose she was too embarrassed to face me. I had to know what was going on and drove into the city to do a little research. I stopped at the Records Office at the Government Center and looked up the names of the previous owners, then I went to the newspaper section of the library and began searching for any. When Ireach the spot of disappearance, I found an entrance to a parking garagewith a bicycle rack inside next to an office door. Next to the entranceon the outside of the building, was a glass door with the messengerservices name on it. The receptionist greeted me upon entry and askedhow she might be of service. I told her that I would like to apply for ajob as a messenger. She pulled some forms and a clipboard from her deskdrawer and handed them to me. In short order, I had them filled in.