Well she certainly seemed to settle down and said; "Let's go intothe living room, where real adults can talk"! The whole time I'mfollowing her throug... the kitchen and dinning room she's still bitchingabout her daughter just running around fucking off all the time and nothaving a job enough to help her in the least. We finally get seated and she looks at me and a look of she couldmurder half the world in this moment be damn glad she took it all outlook on her face with a complete redened. She was more confident and much more sexual.She blushed a little and said "Thanks Ryan, you look like you are doing well too. Do you young men want a beer to go with the hockey?" She almost sounded flirty, but I must be imagining things."Sure. That would be great." I was thinking that maybe I would not mind visiting Ryan's Mom more than Ryan as I watched her walk away from the room. My eyes must have burning a hole in her back I was sure I was staring. She had a really nice tight ass I thought. She started jerking me off starring up at me with her green eyes smiling knowing the pleasure she was giving me. Slowly leaning in she took the tip of me into her mouth sucking down continuing to jerk me with her hand licking the sides of my shaft. I reached down to her chest taking her tits into my hands wondering if I was dreaming and about to wake up. Laura kept alternating between licking my shaft and slowly Taking me into her mouth going deeper with each stroke. Stooping down I picked her. The only real marker of reality, the last vestige of the mind’s connection to the body of the creature, now almost abjectly object, animal, property is in her movement. There is no part of my body that is not physically, palpably hurting, aching dully or stinging with pain without reprieve. The endorphins have long worn off – a frustrating paradox. What is now pain that I want direly to escape was precisely what was integral in bringing about the incredible rush that I had craved all my life in.