A faint sheen of perspiration covered her body.I fumbled for my phone. The ID said “Dad” I drew the back of my hand over my mouth, wiping mom’s ...ussy juice from my lips.“Hello,” I muttered.“Tom?” Is this you? Your voice sounds different.”I sat back on my haunches. Mom slipped a finger in her hole and smiled at me as she finger fucked herself. She pulled a glistening finger out and offered it to me. I took it in my mouth and sucked her juices from her finger. I cleared my throat.“It’s me! You. Here. Let me help you."I knelt before him as I've done so many times before with other men - not too many boys - and opened his belt, a necessary first step to getting his cock out and into my ass. Then the top button, followed by a quick zip of the zipper and a tug of his jeans down to the floor, where they held his legs in place like handcuffs. The bulge behind his jockey shorts reminded me that he was glad to see me; I wanted to see him too but first I wanted to feel that weapon that his. So I asked, how should we do it? So you agree, he said. Ok, yes I agree, but how to do it? He said that the boy will probably become scared if he will stay in the room,So the plan was to say that he will go out for any reason and leave me alone with him and than I will take action. So we made a deal, he got up and said that he has to go out for a moment to meet a friend, he completely forgot about it, and that he will be back soon. After he left I was alone with the boy in the dark room. I. . it's... it's not... working." Do you want it to work?"What a harsh question, I thought. "If you're asking me if I love you and want to be with you, of course I do. I'm just scared. I'm scared of losing David, even though he's just a dumbass some times, I... I'm scared of my own reflection in the mirror, I'm scared of Marisol, and I'm scared of losing... of losing..." Of losing beautiful Nina-land," she completed the sentence for me."I'm not that shallow," I shot back."I didn't call you.