I decided that night to be a divorced woman of 40. It wasn't too big a stretch.Knowing that Wilson listened made it even more erotic. I would say more...fun, but when I sunk to chatroom eroticism, it was work not play. I would classify it as almost a medical necessity. I managed to find a nice enough lady, at least in my mind she was a lady, and that was all that mattered. We talked about imagined events until I orgasmed. Then I went to bed and slept very well indeed.The next morning I tried. "Asshole," Jean-Luc said to him.I stared down at my sandwich."That's a lot, sweetie," Evan said. "It's too much to do in a week, or even two weeks, or maybe a summer. And it's too much to push it because you want to learn because you're working in a sex club. You should let some of this stuff happen naturally." He paused. "Okay?" I guess," I said. "What do normal people do?" I asked."There's no real normal when it comes to sex," Evan said."People sleep with people they don't know," Heather. While she caressed my balls, I stroked my dick to full erection. Because of her size, the end of my dick was in perfect alignment with her nose. It was a great experience, and I'm glad she was willing to share the experience.While I stroked, and she caressed my balls with one hand, I noticed her other hand was not occupied. Not being one to pass on an opportunity, I asked if she would like to get busy with the idle hand. She smiled, and I asked her to stroke herself while she continued. I left my bed, went over and stood close behind her and looked over her shoulder at the little village outside. I stretched my hand down and put it on her pussy and slipped a couple of fingers inside her, she was still well lubricated so, ignoring her protests, I held her in place and forced her knees apart and slipped my cock into her from behind."Ooof! What are you doing? We should be getting dressed. I can't wait... Oh! It does feel good though..." Mom's voice trailed off and she began to.