I never stepped foot back in her house. When we got together we always made love at my place.She never complained because it was one of the rules we s...t. I would pick her up at her house and she would come out and get in the car. Needless to say our daughters were ecstatic that we were back together again.I did tell Marge that I wasn't ever going to discuss my sex life with her. Anyone I was with after we were divorced was my personal business. I told her that I didn't want to hear about her. I told her that she could do as much or as little as she wanted as long as she told me about it and let me clean her up with my mouth. The next day she had the cum under her clothes on her bare tits and I could also taste cum in her mouth when I kissed her. She told me she had taken off her top and bra and given the same man a blow job. When he started to pump his load into her mouth she pulled it out and let him cum on her tits. I licked all of the remaining cum off of her. This happed a few. .. ehm..." "Cum", Karen grinned, amused by the look on her son's face when he tried to remember what she'd taught him yesterday, "you mean after I'd made you cum." Please mommy? I promise I'll be a good boy all day." You do?" Karen said with a smile, pretending to give his offer a lot of thought. "Well... OK then." "Really mom?" the boy said happily."Yes sweetheart, but remember to keep your voice down." Sorry."Karen noticed that her son now was real anxious to get moving, wanting more than. . . like yours are." He returned my implied invitation to gander at my chickpea, with a gambit to cop. It turned me on, I felt my body responding to his tentative advances, like a kid again, ready to make out on the couch."Could I, Maggie?”“What?" I was brought out of my romantic erotic reverie.“Can I see you breasts, see your nipples erect? Open your blouse and let me see your…please, Maggie!”Still in a dream-like state, I re-opened my top to display half-inch rosy spikes atop of the full.