Billy was still sitting on the couch in the living room. He had stuffed his cock back into his pants, and he sat there slumped, legs stretched, lookin... half asleep. He looked up at his mother as she entered, and Donna paused near the door. He gazed at his mother's naked tits, then looked into her eyes."Well, baby, are you ashamed?" she asked.Billy shook his head, then a grin spread over his young face, his eyes lighting up.Donna leaned against the door jamb crossing one knee, placing her hand. . Like Lynda, Lynn had been older than her with a level head on her shoulders. Yet she'd treated Diana as an equal...Both of them had always told her that she was a good person and that she deserved better than what she was allowing for herself.Lynda looked nothing like Lynn, but it was a little ironic how similar their names were! And their personalities were the same! She'd needed that steadying influence in her life ... even if she didn't always take their advice...But now, Lynda was the one. Friday I was off. Bev drove herself to school, something she hadn't done since I got back. Vicky got a call from the school about 10:30. She had four As and a B. I gave her a hug and told her she did great.She seemed to be doing a lot better when we ate lunch. Both of us felt weird sitting there without Bev.She showed up just before 3:00. She and Vicky had matching grades only Bev's B was because her Art teacher was out to get her and Vick's was because she didn't like Math. An hour later we. ’Cradled in his hands, Kev manipulated my head. But try as I might, the last few inches just wouldn’t fit.After extracting my head off his knob I asked, “When are you going to cum in my mouth?”“When you’ve earned it,” he stated.Next, after a pause, he asked, “Do you like cum, boy?”“Yes, I love it,” I replied.“So do I. When I wank I always eat my own cum,” he retorted. I was very surprised by this admission.There was no third session that evening.After our shift ended on Sunday morning, I would.