I have to tell you about the one big exception that happened quite often. After signing a contract I would offer to buy dinner for my client. Many of ...hem asked if their wives could come along. I never had a problem with a nice looking woman at our table. Many of these women were a bit flirty, which I didn’t mind. Most all were in their thirties, forties and even a few in their early fifties. After dinner and a few drinks in the lounge, I was often asked if I wanted to come to my client’s room. She still held my softening penis in her mouth using her tongue to massage the entire prick while I just stood there breathing hard, unable to move because my pants were still around my ankles. Then we heard the car door slam. My father was home.I grabbed my pants and yanked them up as I headed for my room. When I got to the hallway I turned and saw my mother was still naked in the middle of the living room floor. She had rearranged herself so she was facing the door. The door opened. My father. Then I exclaimed again, "My Emily, haven't you grown up into such a beautiful young woman. Your breasts are very large for your size. I bet they are at least a 35C. They are very nice breasts Emily."Based on past experience I thought that she would respond favorably to such a bold compliment.She was so attractive as she fidgeted and shuffled her feet, looking down and turning red in the face. Her shy innocence was one of her most attractive features, rare in this age. I told her she had nothing. Maybe we should call Mom and have her pick us up. Hmm&hellip, yeah, you may be right. Okay, Ill go to the payphone, he said. The thing about us is that we never argue. We argued once in our entire lives. Our thoughts are always in sync with each other. Five minutes later, he returns to the table with some more snacks. Shell pick us up in ten minutes, he calmly said while prodding his dish with a fork. I never really thought of him in a sexual way before. I dont know what came over me. I just.