Jim tried not to embarrass himself too much with how much he ate, though Hattie was another of those women who enjoyed watching a hungry man eat. When...everyone had shoved back from the table Tad told the boys they could be excused. They grabbed up their slingshots and lit out for parts unknown and unexplored except by little boys.Hattie excused herself from the table and began cleaning up after the meal and Tad asked Jim, "Would you like a drop of 'Old Stump Blower' to celebrate me finding. “Oh, it’s no big deal.” I felt embarrassed. “But as the lady of the house, I have responsibilities too, and a large part of those is to take care of the man of the house. And from now on that’s what I’ll do. If you ever want me to do anything for you just ask an I’ll do it. I want to make you happy, you deserve it. ” She grinned at me. My dick was starting to swell.“So if I wanted a blow job, you’d do it?”. “Of course.”“And if I wanted to Fuck you?... ” I could hardly believe I asked my mother. Her face had enough character that a guy would not get tired at just looking at her. She wore a large old sweater over a smart business suit. She wore sneakers but a quick look into her large bag revealed high-heeled shoes inside. It was apparent this was her world. It was not mine but I had to make the best of it for at least a few months. The money was good and the company had set me up into a nice flat at what used to be a hotel. I was comfortable but I very much missed my family. I had. I knew it, and I wanted him to enjoy it. There was a ring of hot pain between my pink ass cheeks, split by a filling of rock-hard cock that I could feel throbbing, I could count the racing beats of my sex beasts heart, faster, and I lost count. A rough hand grabbed my aching boy meat,upside down, the top of his fist at the base of my cock, my raging head poking out near his pinky, roughly tugging, making my sac bounce furiously around. Deeper, I said, eyes closed now, absorbed as he jacked my.