His room was in the attic. The roof sloped down and I banged my head FREQUENTLY as I rode him on his bed during our many get-togethers. The overflowin... ashtray was perched on a pile of David Eddings books, and heavy rock music perpetually rang out of his stereo. There was no sheet on the mattress, as usual.I ventured up the staircase and met him in the kitchen. We chatted about the evening before. He made some coffee. He was topless and wearing black trousers, his hair tousled with hangover. He. That had been interesting, but now she had the chance to do something for Bob she'd never done for any other man. She'd heard a lot about the concept from her girlfriends. When she was young, her friends had said you had to swallow it, or the boy would make fun of you. Of those, several had said it wasn't so bad. One had said she loved it. Later, when her friends were older, their counsel was that it was the best way to enslave a man and, by the way, render him harmless if you didn't want that. Suddenly the door swung open and she got out. She looked so distraught. I helped her out of the car, and she fell into my arms, crying yet again. I picked her up and carried her to the house. I got her door opened and carried her in. I laid her on the couch. I covered her with a blanket and ran back out to grab her things from the car and I locked it.Once back in the house, I walked over to find her eyes closed but she was slightly whimpering. I didn’t want to leave her alone until I knew. "I was awake when you rubbed your pussy in my room mom." Oh Gosh, baby, I am so sorry," she murmured trying to get away from me again."You made me so wet, mom," I continued, for moment taking my mouth off her nipple."Oh sweetie," she stopped not knowing what to do or say."Show my how you breast fed me as a baby mom," I whispered.She stiffened and remained like that for a few seconds, contemplating my request. She went into action and lifted her t-shirt and leaned towards me. She almost jumped.