Then I turned to the girl he was working on and say, ‘He is big and ugly, but he is a lot of fun, and has a heart of gold so, my dear, you are a fo...l if you don’t give him your number!’ She smiles at me and says, ‘What if I give you my number handsome? You can call it, but if you don’t I will be very disappointed. I won’t complain too much if you give it to Jake though. I like the big bear type!’ She writes her number on a napkin and hands it to me, and I hand it off to Jake. ‘Have fun, you. I make a fist with each hand and massage his shaft tightly. He is gasping and breathing hard, hips rocking and rolling. I continue until he reaches his limit. His cock hardens to a crowbar state and an electric jolt seems to pass through him. I feel the spark in my hands and he arches and cums in great spasms. Huge ropes of cum shoot onto his chest and belly. I ease the pressure of my hands but continue jerking his cock until there is no more cum oozing and his cock goes limp.I use the towel to. As the night ended and I dropped Mom off at home, I admitted how much I enjoyed her company. She kissed my cheek and told me the same before she walked back to her front door.The following weekend rolled around, and we decided to do it again. I was happy to see Mom dressed more casually this time, but she still couldn't help asking if what she had on was okay."Mom… You look great," I commented. I know most men would just say that to rush their woman out of the house, but the fact was, she. “Let me sweep your imagination away to the time of a hundred and twenty five years ago. A young struggling artist and an elegant lady met one day in Paris. They both were from the United States. She had been born near New Orleans of French nobility, he a was born of American parents in Italy and was raised quite Continental. Her family had fled back to France after the Civil War. He of course as a painter, went to Paris to become famous. But he was not so yet. She would become his best.