Fuck, my boner made it difficult to walk, pressing down didn’t make it go away, I finally managed to get it o one side and almost flat. Unfortunatel..., the bellend was pushing at the waistband as I walked through the back door, held open by my mom. Once in the kitchen, the door closed, I could smell the sex from the two women. Mom said, “well our secrets out, Ma, what are we going to do”?.I stood transfixed as the pair looked at each other, I won't say a word, I blurted, Fully aware Grandma was. I bend down to pick up his pants, now around his ankles, and i catch a wiff of his crotch, it really smells strong and musky. As I pull his pants up, my cheek brushes his cock, which is super hard, and he moans. I don't know why, but I open my mouth, stick out my tongue and lick the tip. It tastes strong and salty. I open my mouth and put the head in and start to suck it, he puts his hands on my head and starts pumping his cock into my mouth! It feels so fucking good to have his dick sliding. He introduced himself as Mansour, and offered me a drink, which I declined.Mansour explained that I had come highly recommended by a friend, and that he wanted to treat his wife to a very special massage as a birthday gift. I paid no attention to the “special”, because a lot of clients use similar terminology. I asked where I should set up my table and equipment, and he directed me to the master bedroom, which turned out to be larger than some houses I’ve been in. I set the table up and began. She was just giving him a hand job. Thank you for helping me out. Here, let me do this for you. He knew very well it was her favorite thing to do, to jerk a guy off, to have him at her mercy like that. And no one could do it better. She would do it to him whenever she could. To wake him up in the morning. In front of the TV while he was watching the football game. At the movies. Or under the table in the restaurant.Or in the car.Like now.Maybe she would do that?No. She would probably just let.