I hung my head in shame. She realized I was completely powerless to stop my dominating mom from cuckolding me. "That's cool." Chrissy said calmly. She...had more self assurance in her voice than me. "Really?" mom poked her further. "So you don't mind that your boyfriend's mother is a cock whore?" No. Not unless you tell me you don't like my cock." Chrissy said calmly.Both mom and I looked at each other and then at Chrissy. She stood up and slid out of her little skirt. There was no doubt about. It was replaced with the warmness that he always had when he looked at me.He came and sat beside me, taking my hands in his. “Please, tell me. I promise I won’t be mad at you. I could never be mad at you.” He kissed me gently on the cheek.I took a deep breath and explained about the message I’d received from her and all the horrible things she’d said. As I spoke the stormy darkness threatened to take over him again, but I couldn’t stop talking.“I couldn’t believe what she was saying could be. I smiled at him and told him I was holding him captive for the weekend. This got his attention&hellip,. I then put my legs across his lap, right on top of the lump in his pants. He tried not to smile to big, but he was really getting turned on. &hellip,.Finally he broke. He said I had baby feet for a woman and began to massage them. As we talked he started massaging slowly up my warm legs. I told him how nice that felt and scooted down further so now my pussy was next to his erection over his. The rains are unavoidable. It is the decree of the ages. If you go to there, you must accept the rain.Adults can accept the fact of rain, except when they are on vacation. Perhaps it is the expectation of boredom that sets nerves on edge. As one sits quietly to read a magazine a person knows that the solace will be short-lived. It would only be by sheer luck that a random periodical might contain something of interest to the reader. Once a reader is absorbed, it is only a matter of time before.