For a moment I held my position. The cock in my mouth shrank, stillleaking fluid onto my tongue, while the one between my legs also dribbledits way to...detumescence. But there was no corresponding movement from theplastic version in my bottom, its length still full and firm within me. Isavoured the sensation of being satisfied, and of having broughtsatisfaction. Perhaps I really could work as a call girl ...And then reality returned. Mr Everett pulled his organ from my mouth andwiped it, slowly. "Yes, sure, go ahead" She said, but she dident move, she just sat at the bed, looking at me."Ehm, ok." I said, and slowly grabbed my dick, and started jacking.Mom dident say anything, she just stared at my cock.I started jacking faster and faster, about two minutes later, my cum started shooting in front of mom.I couldn't believe what was going on. I looked at mom, she smiled a little, and said."Ok, so, I need to go now" Then she left the room, and I sat there left.At breakfast the next day,. She laid against the pillow putting her back against her door so she was facing me, placing one leg on the front dash and the other leg on my shoulder. I had a perfect view of her naked body as she played with her wet and open pussy. She worked on her clit for quite a while with one hand, keeping her other hand either playing with a nipple or sliding two fingers inside her pussy. "I want a taste," I told her. "I bet you do," she said as she slid two fingers out of her pussy. They were coated. Amanda came from a wealthy Connecticut family, while Preston’s family severed ties with him long ago for not taking up the family business and going into poetry instead. They wanted him to be a lawyer, and he flat out refused. He was a student in Boston back then, and when they learned of his plans, they cut him off financially, hoping he would eventually come around. Instead he moved to New York, taking odd jobs here and there and writing poetry the rest of the time. Their marriage was.