I just stood there and stared on the floor. Then I felt her hand slowly moving around my waist. “I …. Umm….. Uhh……..” It was difficult for...her to speak as for me. We stood there silently for some time, me savoring the mixed smell of my mom and me. Then I don’t know what happened, I was just unable to control myself and gave a long passionate French kiss to mum. And then it was like a storm. She pushed me to the wall, and gave a more passionate kiss this time. Then she started. I can’t believe anyone could get pleasured like this and then just leave you hanging. Don’t worry, though; I’m not going to let that ever happen again, baby.You’re working me into a frenzy. You clearly know what you’re doing, giving me your tongue slowly then quickly, dancing across then circling, barely touching then firmly. You give a slow, broad lick up my slit and across my clit and then leave me with no contact at all but your hands pinning my legs in position. I open my eyes and look down. She glared at me, her hands on her hips. "Since you like secretaries so much," Betsy snarled, "I decided that you can be one." "But... but..." I started to protest, my mind swirling with emotions. "Now get out of MY house," Betsy growled, "or I'll call the police." At my blank look, she added in a quiet, threatening tone, "Do you really believe that they'll believe you are my boyfriend?" Then her eyes narrowed as she grabbed for a kitchen knife, "GET OUT!" Terrified and confused, I did the only. She crossed quickly to the bedside and slid beneath the sheets and quilts.“Hurry, Mr. Grant.”“Mary.”“Yes.”She watched. It was not easy to extricate himself from that infernal turtle neck, but, he managed and was at once ready.His mount was quick as if they’d coupled before. She gave him room, her long legs opening to allow him to come close. The scent of the Old Spice wafted thru reminding her of her father.“You’re so warm.” Him.“I want to be warm for you. And ready.” Her.He felt his essence.