He caneven see it bulging in my neck. He eases it back acrossmy tongue, lips, and slides it back into my throatagain, again, again. Over and over he f...cks my mouth.His slimy, tasty pre-cum, slick juice mixes with mysaliva to lube his big, long, thick cock. I drool ontohis cock, wiry pubic hairs, over his ball sack. Some times when he is really horny, has not cum for awhile, he shoots his thick, creamy, hot, white bolts ofcum into my mouth. I gulp it down, swallowing. Holdsome on my tongue, show. His expensive cream suit, string tie, long slicked-back hair and soft low heel boots confirmed him as an oily charlatan in Cindy's eyes. "Well, if it isn't the pretty Miss Morrow from the Welfare Department. What can I do for you ma'am? How have you been?" I'm fine thank you, but I didn't come to chat," Cindy replied, none too politely."Sure thing, Miss. Can I offer you some iced tea?" Cindy was a Diet Coke fan and had never gotten into iced tea that most people in Cutter's Creek drank. I feel her mouth go on my cock and it feels great. I can tell she doesn’t do this much as it is a bit sloppy. I know for a fact her mouth can do better than this but she is trying and it feels great. I feel her small hands jerking me off. I rub her head as she continues to suck me, I feel her head going up and down. She asks, ‘is this good enough?’ I tell her, ‘soon, please keep working it.’ She keeps sucking my cock, with her head down. I take out my phone and take a little video so I have. At 13, I was ready at any time, every time, all the time!After a couple of months (and a couple of gallons of my expended sperm), summer arrived. We didn’t have much in the way of AC and it could get pretty hot in apartment. One hot night when my Mother came “bouncing” out of the bathroom after her “routine”, she wasn’t wearing her t-shirt!“It’s just too hot for that old t-shirt tonight”, she explained.I couldn’t help but stare at my Mother’s tits. With hope in my heart (and my groin), “And.