My mother and I had a hell of a relationship, liberal, confidential, and she kept my secrets. A wise and wonderful women, never judgemental. In time I...explained that I wasn’t gay, just into the sex – funny, but I think that was a disappointment. A New Age Jewish mother, being gay would’ve been perfectly fine. Very Broadway. Very Hollywood. She passed 20 years ago. I’m still not really convinced that she bought into my marriage, at 25, to my wife Sarah. Whom she loved just as well. I arrived at. Still, I had it good, and didn't want to ruin a nice lifestyle, so I had resisted the temptation. But now, Jake was asking me about it. I decided to pursue his suggestion. "Would you, Jake? Would you care if I was fucking somebody as long as I told you about it when you came home?" Hell no, darling. Actually, that's what I'm calling about," he said."Tell me more, baby. My pussy is already throbbing. You should see it, Jake. It's all wet, layered in that slimy white stuff you love to lick off my. She paused for a second with her middle finger tip on top of that cute little button, and then it slid down and disappeared inside her pussy!“Whew, I need to catch my breath,” I thought as I watched that finger go deep into her puffy little snatch. I felt my cock harden in my pants, aching for attention at the erotic site that was playing out in front of me.As a reader to this event you must be thinking you are stepping into the middle of something, so I will take a moment to bring you up to. I place an ad in one of the many male hook up spots and in time receive a reply and invite to come to a home and pleasure the guy. I arrived at the appointed time and entered the home with my small bag of accouterments. You know, lube, condoms and my small bottle of 'Poppers'. Once in the bedroom and stripped of my clothes I took small sniff of the bottle and was ready for the task that was before me. I knelt before him and gently took his throbbing member in my fingers and gave the tip a small.