She spread a large quilt on the floor and told us to undress and lay down on our backs. We didn’t argue. She was unusually assertive, Jan is normall... quite quiet, but she was in a role here she had considered carefully and we had agreed how we wanted proceedings to go. If she felt uncomfortable at any stage she would let us know and that would be it, but she was clearly enjoying herself currently. “One of you boys is going be lucky tonight and one not quite so lucky” She opened her silk. I was overcome. I didn’t know what to do.“You want to make it up to me?” I squeaked. She nodded her head. Then something came over me that I don’t think either of us expected.“Fine.” I said, standing up. I turned and opened my belt buckle and fly. My cock sprung forward like a striking cobra. Mom’s mouth dropped open as she looked at it. I grabbed Mom’s brown hair and pulled her head towards my throbbing hard on. Her lips wrapped around my cock like a wet silky sleeve as she sucked me. I. I pull your hard cock and start to stroke it. You are watching me intently as I start to lick the head. I run my tongue around the head hitting that “spot” and I am rewarded with a jerk of your hips. As I put you in my mouth you let out a low, what sounds to me, growl. I am wet from your enjoyment but dare not do anything without permission. I am sucking you in my mouth inch by inch but you are so big it’s just not going all the way in. I look up at you with an apoligic look. Your hands. . except Erica, which raised questions.“You never mentioned any boyfriends, Erica, or exes at all. What’s your backstory, your history?” I turned to my blonde, Italian fellatrix.“Oh, well, actually, my last relationship was in college, and it wasn’t with a man. I took that breakup very hard, so it’s been a while for me indeed. It’s been painful to talk about ... and embarrassing. She was married, she was my professor, and she promised that she and I had a future. Instead, she dumped me in the.