Mom was moaning heavily and saying using dirty words, “Aaahhhh. Fuck me hard! Aaa.. Aaaaaaa.. You son of a bitch fuck me! That’s why you wanted tu...tions na. Now satisfy my lust. You motherfucker!”She was completely wet and for the first time in my life, I saw her pubic hairs. She had a lot of hair there and her vagina was dripping with fluids flowing out. I never thought I would have such a view of my dear mom.Then I realized how much she might be missing sex as her husband rarely comes home.. I picked up my pants and walked to my room. I dropped my clothes on the floor next to my bed and took a shower for the second time that day. When I came out of the shower, my clothes were gone from the floor, but the room door was open. I looked down the passage – no-one was there.I closed the door and put on a tracksuit pants and a T-shirt with my slippers. I had no more clients for the day and decided to go casual. When I went into the kitchen I asked Helen if she took the clothes from my. I knew Asmedogh was helping calm her in his own way, too. "He won't hurt you. And neither will I, I couldn't. Please stay and listen, you're as safe as you have been since you got here, completely safe."She still looked dubious, but between my words and Asmedogh's projection she'd at least stopped moving."I'm going to get us each a glass of wine, and then I'll tell you all about it," I said, still soothingly. "You'll be amazed. But a good kind of amazed, nothing at all bad."Deliberately I. “My apologies,” I offered moving my attention to each of their faces. “I didn’t mean to stare.”“No offense taken,” she responded. “I always appreciate attention from a handsome man when my husband is present.” Her flirting continued, “I was actually appreciating my view of you. I’ve told my husband how handsome I think you are. In fact, he insisted we sit near you.” “Well, thank you,” I said with a smile. And I returned my attentions to people-watching elsewhere as I plotted a quick retreat. I.