“I don't mind. You can use me in that way too. I wouldn't stop you,” she grins as I look up. My jaw agape like the fool I am, I stare at her, but ...ecover quickly, “that's the best offer I've had in a long time,” I quip. “Well then, use me master!” I give her a wink, before asking her to run over the work sheet I had done yesterday. She gladly does, pulling her legs up under her, as she sits on the couch. She has on a loosely fitting shirt, a cute skirt I've not seen her wear before and what. It sounded like Ricky my 15 year old brother. I went to Ricky's bedroom door, which was open a few inches and got the shock of my life. There was my brother with his face between mom's spread legs. She had her hands on his head holding him there. A few seconds later mom yelled to the top of her lungs that she was cumming again. As I stood rooted in the hallway as Ricky rolled over into a sitting position and Mom eagerly knelt in from oh him, between his legs and moved her face down to the. My sweet angel..." she said. I wrung the final few droplets of come onto her tits. She got back onto her knees and licked me clean like a mother cat. I ran my finger through that soft white hair. My cock slowly withered in her mouth and slipped out with a little wet pop. She showed me the sketch. Her talent was sadly abandoned but she had no regrets about her life at all. We started seeing one another several times a week, attempting new position and exchanging stories of past sexual. My room door was never locked, because my mother always knocked first, and if I then said "Not now" or something similar, then she didn't come in. But this day she didn't know at all that I was at home, and she wanted to stack my clothes into my closet. So she simply walked into myroom, assuming that I was in school. There I laid in my bed, had my stiffy in my hand and was busy with masturbation, when my mother suddenly stood in front of me. She coped faster with the situation than me and said:.