. Jason and I grew up together. We were like brothers, totally inseparable. His mum, Claire, had been single for about 10 years after her husband left...for his young secretary. Jason and I had started to work out at the gym and our bodies were starting to muscle up with awesome six-packs. Claire was very attractive for 43. In-fact, I quite often fantasised about having sex with her. One night we were all talking about life and partners when the discussion turned to sex. I was shy as I was still. Her hair was freshly washed, her face scrubbed, and she smelled absolutely yummy. "You look good enough to eat," she said, brushing past me."Is that an observation or a promise?"She smiled her own version of the girl-power, sneaky smile. "I'd say it was the inevitable result of our kiss, earlier," and then she kissed me.It was over an hour later, and we still hadn't graduated beyond amazing oral sex. Sherrie let me discover every single erogenous zone she possessed, including several she had no. .” After a pause, she said more or less flatly, “... you turned out like your father.”While I tried to comprehend what she had just said, her eyes shifted toward holly. “And you, slave holly,” she said derisively, “you probably turned out like your mother.”After a deep breath she asked, “So, how long has this been going on?”I stepped closer to the webcam in the top of my laptop and started to answer, but Mom cut me off with, “Slaves do not address a Mistress except as a slave unless you have. ..Your tongue enters my warmth's...my body jerks...my low moans escape me... My legs tighten around you... Your fingers caressing my swollen clit. As you move your tongue in an out...deeper with each stroke...my hands in your hair... Pulling you closer... My juices running down your tongue...my sweetness stirring the flames within you...My hips rock back and forth on your tongue... Faster you move...deeper... You feel my pussy gripping your tongue...it pulls you deeper inside... Your hands.