When her skirt went up i could see her pussy, her pussy hair and the thighs and inner thighs and every thing else man.I am a man with lots of patience...but this is limit ok . I tripped her . She felt down and hurt her leg. I did not care , before she could shout I pushed my tounge right inside and blocked the noise of pain from coming out of her mouth. I am possesed with a sex demon or somethng. I just don’t feel like treating her gently any more. I reach down to her skirt before she could react. After that night, Josh would sometimes put his arm around me and pull me close to him; even when I wasn't feeling sad. I thought this was ok and that there certainly was nothing abnormal about a son and mother being close like that. One night, as I lay with my head on Josh's chest, he leaned back onto the arm of the sofa which put us in a more reclined position. My head naturally moved a little lower on his body and was now resting nearer to his stomach; I put my hand on his stomach and just. I feltthe needle, the injection seemed to take ages, but when she had finishedand she had put the syringe away, I felt her hand stray to my penis. Herfingers slid about me, then begin to grip me. I couldn't stop myself from groaning, my penis growing to her touch."So does sissy want to cum," she whispered, her face so sadisticallyglowing as she stroked me harder."Yy y yess oh yess," I whimpered."How much do you want to cum sissy," she whispered again."Lots lots ooo lots," I babbled."You. When I handed her the receipt, we locked eyes. I wondered if I would ever see this beautiful woman again. This woman who clearly had offered herself to me. I felt as if I were sixteen years old, not nineteen. She rescued me.“It’s dark and well after closing hour. Would you be able to walk me to my car? I’m parked far from the entrance.”“Of course,” I said. And felt grateful. I was such a child, trying to be a man. This was a woman. Offering me a second chance. Could I handle it?She.