She was drunk!"I got beer, wine, vodka and coffee," I offered."Beer's fine."As we talked, I learned that she was indeed fifty, her husband Barry was f...fty-six and probably cheating on her and they had a twenty-five-year-old adult daughter she lovingly called "my dyke daughter Missy." So my life is kinda shitty, you know. Barry will fuck any chick but me and my daughter will never give me grandkids." Well, for what it's worth, Barry's an ass." "Well, I guess after twenty-six years, the novelty. Dad was in job and mom was cooking a meal. She had t-shirt and tight trousers. Her ass was fantastic, even when she bend over, I could see her cameltoe.I was sitting at the table and looking to her lovely shapes.My cock was getting hard and I wanted to do another step in our weird relationship with my mom.I started to talk about that night. When she come drunk and I helped her to bed. Asked her if she remember everything.'Don't know what about you talking.' she said. But she knew.'Well, I will. It is an awesome feeling which one cannot simply express in words. It is something out of this world.Now she started playing with it. She would at any given minute gag on it and the very next minute would stoke my scrotum with her tongue. I was constantly looking at her and could see the playfulness in her eyes. It’s like a child got a new toy to play with and goddam right it was. I was purely enjoying this, however, because of all of this play, I was also edging to my orgasm. Therefore, I. He said he would tell John I said hi and then we both continued on to our next class.Over the next couple of weeks I got pretty good at taking a whiz even when I didn’t really need to.. When I spotted Mike going into a bathroom I would go to take whiz and every time it happened we talked a little more as we stood relieving ourselves. The talking gave me a reason to look his way and while doing so I got some good views of his dick and I knew he was checking me out too. I got bolder when the.