Faces that he hadn’t seen on television for several years offered their criticism as though it was their turn all over again, their encore appearanc...s right on cue. They criticized irresponsible policies and the criminals who conned the masses and behaved fraudulently.He had a sense of these cycles and how they operated, but never before did he actually feel them, his heart sinking on the news that he probably wouldn’t find a job and that prices would be higher and the rents would probably be. He smiled and said come on in. Before I could react he put his hand on my shoulder and pulled me in. Walking to the kitchen he said, you want something to eat. Mumbling I said OK. He made me some food and brought it to the table. Nervous, I was about to eat. Mr Smith put his hands on my shoulders and rubbed. I didn't know what to do. He reached down and slid his hand under my shirt. He rubbed my chest, then leaned down and rubbed my stomach. Whispering he said, why don't we take this off. I. Martha: “What do you like now me to do?”Me: “I could not sleep last night because my muscles hurt. I need you to help me relax. Please give me a massage.”Martha looked at me a little puzzled. I directed her to follow me into the bedroom. She paused a moment before following my lead.I then laid face-down on my bed. I pointed to my back and ask her to begin her massage there. Martha slowly approached me. She sat on the bed next to me and then nervously began an amateurish massage. This went on. " Suck me off Mother. Suck your son's hard cock. Lick your cunt juice off of me." Without hesitation my horny mother put her face into my pubic area licking and sucking all of her juices from me. Finally her mouth engulfed my cock. I thrust up into her mouth several times feeling my juices preparing to fill her mouth. Spurt ... spurt ... spurt I unloaded my cum into my mother's waiting mouth. That was my fourth orgasm of the day. I was spent. I fell asleep and didn't wake up until my mother.