"If you do that, I'll take my pants off" She said. I did not care as I took my rock hard cock out. She grabbed it and started stroking it as I moane... and squeezed her small yet supple tits. I once again couldn't take it anymore and I stood up on my feet, walked over toward her and positioned my cock right toward her face. Now in this situation she could have either sucked it, or just said no and not done anything. She started to stroke it and then she wrapped those soft lips around the. She'd always considered the fact that she was still young herself a bonus. She'd thought that she'd be able to manage closeness with him that an older mom couldn't. She was only thirty-six and since he'd turned eighteen she had felt like they weren't just mother and son, but friends too.Maybe that was the problem. He just didn't respect her anymore. And to tell her she was going to suck him off? Christ!She thought about all that nonsense about being able to control peoples' minds. Was he crazy?. ‘Son, you’re mother is dying. They were hit over by the high school, a big rig lost his brakes on Simpson Hill and ran through the red light. You need to go in and see her now. She’s unconscious, but maybe she’ll hear you say goodbye.’ I pretty much went into shock. Gram led me in. You almost couldn’t recognize her with the bandages and tubes. She was on a ventilator, the machine keeping her alive. I held her hand and talked to her. To this day I don’t remember what I said but it had Gram. I had the coffee microwaved and ready to go inside of ten minutes. "Now Doyle what seems to be wrong with their drawing." Frankly it looks like half a house," he said. "And their measurements are the most wasteful thing I have ever seen." Doyle here is the deal, I want to make them comfortable, so where is the compromise?" I asked."They want it to be a concrete block structure even though it clearly was designed with future additions in mind," Doyle said."I don't know about that, but the idea.