I laid it on as best I could. "This is Joan Johnson, my mother ClaraJohnson will not be in to work today. She was up all night with fever andvomiting....She only fell asleep about an hour ago. I'm sure that she'll bein on Tuesday, thank you." I wrote down the contents of my message andleft two copies; one on top of mom's phone and the other taped to thecoffee machine. I was pretty sure it would be fine. Mom had never pulleda stunt like this before. I gathered up my lunch and made my way to. Just a second later, her hands were back in her hair and her focus was on the water again, as if she never played her cruel, sensual joke. Of course, I watched with wide eyes, feeling myself pitch a tent in my shorts in what felt like mere seconds. I tried to play it off by just rolling my eyes and continuing to wash myself, but anyone would’ve known how we both felt by that point, being underneath the water, so close to each other, and nearly nude. “You’re no fun.” She stuck her tongue out at. “It’s okay. Just running some hot water in on a quick cycle to remove wrinkles in my, uhm, crotch.”She winced a silent giggle, started to climb up toward the machine as I put my hands on her hips and she inhaled deeply. We kissed before I lifted and she turned going up and sat. “MMMmm. It’s getting warm.” I noted, looking at her straight in the eyes, “This is perfect place to keep our eye on that boiler.”Her robe had fallen away exposing her legs so I undid the belt holding things together and. I sit there and wait you crawl over and open the door for me you look at me and i say "My cock isn't in your mouth yet?" You get the idea and crawl over and undo my pants. You take my cock in your mouth you can taste the sweat, my cock is really salty from all the hard work i have been doing. You feel it grow in your mouth i push your head down your lips are at my balls. My cock keeps growing inside your mouth. I feel it filling up your mouth slowly i can tell your starting to struggle with it.