She'd flirt with all the young guys (we were in our late 30's).Even at home if she'd been drinking and her Son (from a previous marriage, he was 14) ...ad a friend over she'd flirt with him, hell she'd even flirt with her Son, she'd rub his chest and run her fingers down his stomach. She'd run a finger along his stomach at the top of his pants back and forth and more than a few times I could see this was having an effect on him, I could clearly see his pants bulging in the crotch and his face. She found thatwas what she wanted to do, once she had gained the wisdom she sought."I will enter." It is required that you give your name," the Speaker said."I am Iphe," she said, and as the Speaker inclined its head she strodeinto the chamber. The stone door slid shut behind her almost silently.The room was circular, with a high ceiling. In the centre of both floorand ceiling was a dark shaft, and suspended at its centre was aglittering, spinning thread of light. As she stared the shaft began. Instead she just looked at me with a dazed look on her gorgeous young face as I started to march toward her at a quicker pace. It wasn't until I was within five feet of her that the alarm bells sounded in her brain and a look of total fear came over her. At that moment she dropped the bowl, turned toward the backyard, and began to run.I was too close, though. I'd been a linebacker in high school and I hadn't forgotten how to tackle. The monster in me roared as I crushed her, dropping her small. J!" That sounded good to me, too.***Later that afternoon, I was lying on the bed reading when my mom came in, sat on the bed, and began unfastening my shorts. "Mom?" I said.She smiled at me as she pulled my shorts down, exposing my cock. "Honey, after what I saw this morning, I realized that you need more than our usual once-a-day 'treatment.'" She immediately bent down and took my entire soft cock into her mouth. I quickly hardened as she worked on me, and in no time at all she had me moaning.