Jenny looks at Timmy’s cock then mine. Then looking at me she says. “Well what do you know, he’s the same size as you.”Then looking at Timmy s...e says. “Do you play with it.” Timmy says. “Play with it, what do you mean?”Jenny reaches out and wrapping her hand around it she strokes up and down as she says. “Like this.”Timmy says. “No I haven't done that, but I do lay on the floor and move back and forth until I orgasm.”“How did you learn to do that?” I asked him.“It was kind of accidental, I was. "Okay, then, no more sneaking around. You can sleep with whoever you want to and not worry about me. Okay?" Yes, ma'am. Thank you, Mom."I nearly spilled the rest of my coffee getting around the table to hug her.Starting that night, I made love to my nightly partner with abandon. Neither of us was concerned about the squeaking of the bed nor of holding down the moans and groans that naturally came with the pleasure of making love. I knew Mom could hear us on a nightly basis, because the sounds. There was a paddedsawhorse to her right. I noticed a fire had been lit, strange for thistime of year, and the coffee table was cleared except for two objects: awooden paddle board and the dreaded castrator. Instantly I was terrified.Ruby led me to Angel, and guided me to my knees at Angels feet. There Iwaited, pink tail spread behind me, while Angel smoked and regarded mewithout speaking. She stubbed out her cigarette, leaned forward and said:"I've come to some decisions about you Carly, my. “I’ve seen how you look at me. Yeah, you tried to be coy, but a girl knows when a guy is ogling her. So, I know you’re interested. Just so you know, I’ve been interested in you, as well.”“I know why I haven’t done anything about my admiring you. What is your reason? And, why open up about it, now?”“I found out, last week, that John is cheating on me, with some slut at his work. I don’t know how long he’s been catting around, and I don’t know what I’m gonna do about it, if anything.” She ground.