“I mean, for lack of a better term… in the first place.” I felt like a child. I turned pinker still as I continued. “She probably won’t make...an exception for the thing that got me grounded in the first place. Are you comfortable coming to my place?”She bit her bottom lip in thought. “I mean, like, it’s not the most ideal situation, but it’ll have to do…” She whipped out her phone as I was about to continue. Did she really have to be glued to her phone every second?“Okay, because second of all,. I grabbed my mother’s head and pulled her mouth towards mine, and I started moving with her, up and down. I brought my hand to my clit while kissing her and started getting off again. It didn't take me long before I collapsed back from my mother and on to the bed. "Oh, fuck me, Matt. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Oh, I'm cumming! Fuck me!" My mother let loose a scream that sent chills through me. She moved up and down a few more times before collapsing against Matt. He was practically. " No it was because he wanted to bet me he could give a better blow job than her." I don't, be..." she caught herself, she was about to say she didn't believe me, I'm really sure she was. She then asked "How does Bert know this?" He has a cousin that's gay, and HIV positive, apparently there's a website for the unlucky ones, it started off as a counselling and support thing. Now it has also become a dating site for those with the infection. Apparently Bert's cousin said he has been chatting. I’m 50 with a belly, shaved bald head long beard and an average cock. I can’t “pound” a woman for hours, but I will always make a woman cum before I do and I live to eat pussy. I hope to tell so of my biker experiences that I have lived, these are real stories I will tell the good as well as the bad. I hope you enjoy them! I love to do all the Big Bike Rallies and when work and wallet allow I head to Daytona and Sturgis, This year Sturgis was calling my name. I decided to head out about a week.