Ultimately, the pleasure – waves wreaked through my body.“Yeah, mom. It feels great!”“Good!” she said. And then she was back to sucking my c...ck. And jerking me off. I could feel the pressure building in my crotch.“Just do it on my face, sweetie,” mom said encouragingly.And I shot my load – fast and furious. On mom’s face. Her sweet lips. Nose. A cheek. Half-opened mouth. My jizz trickled down her chin. On her tits.“My…my…you do have good loads,” she said, wiping her mouth, “Am proud of you!”. I decided to meet her totally naked to show my support of her decision to make me a chastised cuckold. When Andrea entered the den it was obvious she had been having sex. Her hair was a mess and she looked very relaxed. She said Oh I see my little cuckold husband is happy to see his well fucked wife is home. Then she pointed at my caged penis as it was attempting to become erect. I told her my dick has been hard all day. She smiled as she unfastened her skirt , a single wiggle of her hips sent. My argument was the easy one from the miracle of water to wine.For a youngster of twenty, forty-percent of my own age, she was conversant on a lot of topics and I really enjoyed her company. With her available time, she was self-educating thanks to the Internet. I have a doctorate so guided her in the explorations of some useful and beneficial interests.Hannah was interested in the technical writing I did and had an excellent mastery of the English language so I gave her proofreading tasks. Non-Hodgkin's lymphoma, and the worst kind of it there is. At least you got a better prognosis. His was, basically, plan the funeral. He beat the odds by lasting two years. He was eight when he died. I was eleven." I took a breath. "You know I live alone with my father?" He nodded. "That's why. When he was diagnosed, my mother left. Couldn't deal with it. Just took off. I haven't seen her since I was 9." I needed to take another breath. "So, when I was between the ages of 9 and 11, I had to.