I loved it. We had fucked before, but now I was learning new things. Life was getting very good. Finally she had rubbed my face in her cunt for so lon... that she had enough of that. She wanted something else. Carol made me stand up again and began really making love to my cock. Her lips wrapped around the head and she sucked hard, taking in all the juice that had emerged. Then she used her tongue to run up and down my prick and I almost came there and then, but her hand was wrapped around it. Soon Catherine was riding her son's cock. Up her forbidden hole. She was in pain, but also in lust, just like my mother had been a few weeks ago.'Ride his young cock up your tight ass Cathy you fucking whore... let your son's cock slide up your arse... ' My mother said.'Yes... YES YES... fuck me up the arse Sean... fuck Mommy up her dirty arse... you dirty little mother arse fucker... owwwwwwwwwww... OH my asshole... fuck it... FUCK my arse!!!'That was all I could take. I moved my mother from. Not more than thirty minutes later, I got the call."Who are you?" Penha's honey voice floated over the phone. He sounded even better than I thought he would."Just an interested woman," I shyly replied. "I'm sorry, I never told you my name. It's Hamiday."I waited for what seemed like a full minute before I heard him answer, "Well, Hamiday, my name's Penha and I would definitely like to get to know you better." That's fine," I said as calmly as I could manage. Inside I was doing cartwheels.He. Billy became the center of my life from day one.” She said the last with a very different kind of smile on her face. In some ways that smile warned me that the rest of her tale was going to be painful for us both.“Billy’s father was too busy with the revolution to be involved with Billy. He also got into drugs after I left the cell. When Billy was three, he died from an overdose. He never came to see Billy, nonetheless I wanted Billy to know that I was a socialist before it was cool and he had.