Did he call her a witch? Why? Was it just another excuse to put the blame on others? Implying that she might have some kind of magical power over him ...o he was a poor victim, really? Oh come on, he mumbled, is this a fairy tale? Let me get those damn keys and I'm out of here.Her things were on the bed in the en suite bedroom – a black silk top, satin bra, black tight trousers. His fingers trembled when he lifted up her things. Her boots were there too; he touched the cruel stiletto heels,. I reach down and lift his t-shirt over his head, and while he kisses my lips, my face, my neck, I trace the contours of his chest with my fingertips, running my hands over his broad back and tickling his sides until I can feel him smile against me. Before I know it my blouse and bra are on the floor and he’s caressing my breasts with his hands and his lips, kissing, sucking, biting gently. He gasps as I reach down and grab his growing bulge in my hand, so I pull him up from my chest and begin. But I enjoyed it to get this excellent job done by my mistress mother. Then I felt my orgasm biding up in my balls and I knew mum felt it, too. Suddenly she stopped her mind blowing work and looked into my eyes. ”Now seriously baby, how far would you like to go?” The question asked by my own mother who sat on the floor between my legs and held my rock hard cock in her nice hands kind of confused me. “As far as you would go mummy” I said and thought I had answered not too bad. “Al right, honey,. “Not happening.” “It might not! That’s the gamble. Not if your husband wins. One game of blackjack. He wins, I forgive the debt. All ten grand. I win, you suck my dick and swallow.”They both remained quiet, which I took as a sign of victory. “I mean my God, it’s just a blow job,” I laughed. Kerri and her husband exchanged a look, and within the look they agreed to go for it. I told Kerri to stand in a neutral area, equally between her husband and I, which she did as if following some sort of.