"She continues to scrutinise me, trying to place me, her brow tight. Now it is her normalcy that unnerves me. All-of-a-sudden, she lets it go and spri...gs to her feet, says, "I need a drink. Do you want anything bringing?" Only if you're going, anyway. Yes, please. Tea. Milk, no sugar. Sure you don't mind?" "Why should I mind? Would you watch my bags?" No problem." Thanks. You're a sweetheart." And off she goes, all sugar-rush in a mini dress. Now that she has spoken I feel such a fool. She. My mom hadn't had a boyfriend in about 5 or 6 yrs so i know she wasn't fucking anybody. maybe thats why she tasted good. no old cum to taste. she kept stroking and sucking my cock. her hips were humping up to meet my face. as she humped up to my face i could hear her moaning as i continued to nibble at her clit and finger her wet hole. she wasn't very happy when i climbed off of her and took my cock from her mouth but i didn't want to cum yet. i told her if i let her keep doing that i would. I went back a couple of days later when she was in. She was happy to me and suggested that we have lunch. Two days later I was sitting across the table from this incredible woman who had left me with an aching hard on over 20 years ago. Towards the end of lunch, she asked me if I remembered that night and if I ever thought about her. I told her about how she had left me that evening. She smiled and said that maybe there was a way she could take care of that.She had met her husband and got. Slowly but surely, inch by sordid inch I revealed my sex, this time deliberately. He looked like he was going to pop from excitement as he returned to staring straight up my legs at my pussy, traces of my obvious arousal surely glistening on the smooth outer lips in the flickering sunlight. God it was such a turn on, flashing this poor stranger. My skin shivered and a lump caught in my throat as I realised my mouth was suddenly very dry and my nipples wanted to burst through both layers of.