I felt one of his hands undo my belt causing my pants to fall the floor with a click from my buckle. He continued to push my boxers down and slowly ap...lied pressure to my shoulders to put me to my knees. I took his dick in my hand and kissed the tip and continued kissing down his shaft to his trimmed balls. Then I tried to give this stranger a blow job-- all thumbs at first, but with a little prompting I started sucking his dick pretty well. I could taste the salty pre-cum starting to produce. She came back with every thing i needed and sat in her chair again and i could see her nipples which made my erection worst so i tried sitting in a position were you couldn't see it but my gran could and i could see her smiling and she said " could you come over here please" so i did what she asked and stood in front of her, after i couple of minutes of me standing there i could see she was inspecting me then she asked me "Thomas have you ever been with an older woman" i shook my head and she. It was the heady smell of incest that prevented sleep. The product of our love which gestated in my womb now stealing that love ounce by ounce, and doing so within arm's reach, doing so with a voracious appetite that left nothing for me, not a seminal scrap did she leave.As I lay thinking, I remembered the days of bounty, when that special fluid ran like ambrosia from an endless spring. I could feast at my whim and often choose to abstain. I had semen to waste. I had headaches on demand, and. The unbelievable was that she didn’t mind on guys telling that about her. She even didn’t said anything about it. I didn’t knew pretty much why she didn’t came up to speak on the issue but I guessed she had their reasons, or even appreciated the way people talked about her.“Rhonda, so you don’t see any problem on guys talking how much your are kinky and slutty?”“Why should I, Steve? Let them talk! That’s why people have mouths!”I kept seen her with boys wrapped around her arms and shoulders,.