It was a Saturday and I was dressed to the nines in casual wear. The boss had invited me over to his pad to watch a football game with him; he merely ...anted to use it as a means of getting to know me more. He was that type of guy. He owns a construction outfit, and he’d upgraded me less than a fortnight ago to fill in one of the supervisory post, since the former guy who’d owned that slot had vacated it a month ago, reasoned unknown. At first, I’d been more than sceptical of the work, feeling. That evening before her husband Jim came home from the office she confronted her daughter with what she had found in her room. "Jean honey would you like to explain these?" She handed her daughter the paper bag."MOTHER! You're invading my space and spying on me, how dare you!" I am not spying on you and the space you're referring to is my house. Now what's going on? Are you two already having sex because if you are I'm calling the cops? I'm sorry honey but you're only 15 and having sex with a. What she is doing felt and looked incredibly good but my morning wood needs more. “ Baby, your ass is dripping with butter. What better tasting lube is there?” She stands up and turns to me and smiles, grabs my butter lubed super hard cock and starts stroking it and gives me a little kiss on the lips . Sarcastically, she says “I guess you should lick it up before it all goes away.” She turns around and bends over the kitchen counter, reaches back and pulls her ass cheeks apart. “Fuck that”, . Chaitna: Chetan, I like that you care about my mom, but still, morally, it’s not correct. I don’t know what to say. Please let’s not discuss it anymore.Chetan: Okay, baby, as you say so.After that, we jumped to a completely different topic, and I never mentioned her mom again. I knew I had sown the seeds and was waiting for them to nurture. So I kept my patience and waited for her to react.After a few days, there was a huge fight between Chaitna’s mom and her father. Her mom was left crying.