The last thing I heard as I fell, seemingly forever, was her laughter, followed by two words.“Tick Tock.”A Year Later. 11:00 o’clock.She was sit...ing on the couch, facing the television, the only light in the room being that coming from the screen. I watched, full of dread, my face pressed against the thick turquoise glass. To either side of me dozens of men lined up as well. Just like me, their cocks were hard. Painfully hard. It always was when she masturbated. It would be for the next hour,. Your rock hard cock jumped to greet me, your pre-cum was glistening the tip. Even after all these months, your size still shocked me. I took it in my hand and slowly started moving my hand up and down, going a little faster at the tip because I knew you liked that. I looked up at you for approval, you gave a little nod. I had never seen you look so turned on before and this just drove me crazy.I lean forward, slowly and seductively lick the tip, lick all the pre-cum away. It's surprisingly. ”“I have felt emotion and satisfaction every time and that is because all of you just want to be loved and appreciated. I know that in the long run I’m being paid because Alice needs to be fucked and thinks that paying someone is the only way to make that happen.”“Well she’s wrong. What she needed was for someone to discover what sort of person she is; the sex would have followed. I suppose that being a nymphomaniac did lend a sense of urgency to the search for a lover. The wonderful thing. She was still in her professional attire from the waist up, but naked from the waist down as she continued pleasuring me with her hand. Her vagina was still soaking with my saliva from me having just performed oral sex on her. This was our little ritual for the past three months after I had first discovered that my mother was having an affair with her boss in order to save her job. She never told me when she was going to see him next, but it was obvious whenever she did. She would come home.