" it mocked her. "You can't even talk to him." "I have my ways. You'll see. I still have my ways to deal with my son." she retorted as she grabbed the...door knob and opened the door. Andy was laying in her bed, his head propped up on his right hand as he thumbed through a magazine. He was still naked. His beautiful ass was shining in the reflected sunlight peeking in through the curtains. Amanda walked in and sat next to her son, behind him. He didn't turn around. "What are you reading." she. She did not look insulted or upset as she sipped on the wine and looked into his eyes. And then she kissed him back. I almost blacked out.I walked across the street and into the Office Max store and stood in a place where I could watch. After about twenty minutes the two of them walked out of the sushi restaurant, holding hands, and without any conversation, walked across the cross street and into the new high end hotel that had just opened.Leaving the store, I started walking my mind blanked. As it was her day and hers alone, she wore nothing under her dress. Alone and buoyant, she jumped on the swing and sang the first song that came in to her head: Papa was a rolling stone/Wherever he lay his hat was his home. On and on, she sang. Her voice rising, the only sound around. She swung higher and higher. The hem of her dress flying open. The breeze caressing her wide open legs, wreaking havoc on her ability to remember the words. She did not much care, as it turns out. It was not just. I reminded myself to take it real slowly, since the last thing I needed was to make her gag. On the other hand, she probably didn't know where to draw the line, so if I was patient enough I could probably get her to perform some amount of deep throat if she was capable of it. I tried to figure out a way to let her know what to do, without accusing her of not knowing.Besides, she surely knew, at least in theory, and just needed to be encouraged to start. "Does it turn you on to suck it?" was the.