I had no relatives, and my friends were all associated with my ex-husband. I had left so quietly I wondered if anyone realized I was gone or even reme...bered me. Now, in my adopted city, I drove with the windows down. The dry, warm air caressed the side of my face bringing a chill as the perspiration evaporated quickly off my skin. It really was a dry heat.This was my favorite time of year. The "snowbirds" were back up north so there was much less traffic. And when I taught summer school, the. I didn't feel guilty about the thoughts and, as it turned out, perhaps didn't give it enough consideration.As my mostly detached mind pondered the circumstances, my hardening cock had a more directive notion. It got harder and harder and found its way home. The next thing I noticed was that the skin I was feeling was getting wetter. And warmer. At about exactly the point where I wondered just exactly how close my cock was to Mom's pussy lips, I felt her shift slightly and sink down just a. "Whore, whose pussy is this?" I asked her.Without a moments hesitation, she moaned, "Your pussy, Master." And who gives you pleasure, whore?" I asked."You do Master," she moaned again."That's right. When you are a good girl and please me then you get rewarded. You want to please me don't you, whore?" I said."Yesss, Masterrr," she said, her words beginning to slur a bit as her arousal heightened."Are you enjoying this, whore? Do you like when I touch your wet naughty pussy?" I asked."Ohhh. I was coming back from the showers when I saw Josh, one of our teammates from the year above us, trying to work his moves on her. They were sitting on one of the sofas in the common area between the two wings of the dorms we were staying in. Nao was sitting with one leg folded up underneath her, leaning in towards him and laughing that beautiful laugh of hers. Josh had a reputation around the school as a 'pump & dump' operator who went through girls like I went through socks. He wasn't.