.I didn't know..." Her mind raced through past events through the prism of her new knowledge, his looks, his touches, and her own. He brought her back...by saying, "At least, am I still your son?" Jason..." Her voice was feather soft. "You'll always be my son, and I will always love you more than you could know. Baby, have I been the cause of your unhappiness?" No mom," he said. "I've been the cause. It's not your fault that I'm crazy...or sick, as most people would probably say." You're not. She flipped on my directional lamp for some low light, got on her knees and looked up at me. "I put the ball in just for you..." she said as she showed me her tongue ring. I almost came right there.She pulled down my jeans and boxers, leaving just my black dress shirt and undershirt on. All of my 7 inch long and 6 inch around cock was exposed to her. Only then did I notice her french tip fingernails. She wrapped one hand around my shaft and another around my balls. She wrapped her lips around. This was the only change I had made in my life style up to this point.Matt again helped with my moving in a week after I purchased the new house. He lived five miles from me, which turned out to be a blessing. The two of us had a lot in common and although Robin had still not quite forgiven him, they would meet at my house and enjoy each other's company. Matt and I on the other hand would spend hours together talking and working on different projects. When he found out, I was building my own. I bet she was going to be a lot of fun. I was keeping an opened mind. I had heard that women who aren't great looking, are usually tigers in bed. I was hoping she'd be like that. She didn’t live far from the supermarket. We arrived at her house and I helped her carry the food into her kitchen. She had a very nice house. From what I could see, she probably lived alone. I noticed that she had a few cats. “Would you like something to drink? I have some beer?” “I’ll take a beer," thanks. She went.