Then a warm, and soft smile blossomed on her face, making her appear even lovelier than normal.“Oh Jason, that’s so sweet.” She said, her voice ...ow, seeming to purr her happiness. “I love you too honey. So much.”She took a step towards him, and enfolded him in a hug. Jason hugged her back, dizzy with relief and excitement. He pressed the side of his face against his mothers soft hair, breathing in her scent deeply. He held up the hand wearing the heavy control band behind her head so he could. The phone message said she wanted to talk about my finances. So there it was she was worried that I wasn't going to be able to take care of myself. Probably worried that she would have to support me in my old age.I went through the drill of finding out how I would get to work and then where the trike was located. I checked the weather forecast to be sure I could ride the trike before I committed to it. Once I was sure, I went looking for the trike in the basement storeroom. When the building. Lamar pulled his cock out of my sore ass and pulled my pants back up. Then he said “now get under your mom and clean her pussy of jake’s cum we don’t need her getting pregnant.” I complied with him and i laid down and my mom got over me. With my head between her thighs and her wet dripping pussy above me Jake said “go on and give your son a blowjob.” She unzipped my pants and my little white cock was hard in my panties still leaking pre-cum. She lowered her head on my cock and began to suck me. You’d better believe I was one miserable (and frustrated) college man! It was Friday after Thanksgiving, about three o’clock in the morning, to be exact. Smita had been out on a date and came in a bit tipsy on Margaritas. We always chatted after dates if the other one’s light was still on. My light wasn’t on when Smita reeled home that night, but she came in anyway. I was fast asleep and the next thing I knew someone tumbled into bed beside me and started tickling me.”Smita! What the hell?.