She was spread eagle on the bed and Hugh had a perfect view of her gorgeous bush. She was panting, eyes were closed and her hard nipples were pointing...toward the ceiling as she arched her back.Hugh couldn’t move a muscle, except the one muscle in his body that was poking out in front of him, trying to bust through his jeans. His cock was pressing against his zipper, ready to be free. He couldn’t help but tut push himself through the door, which caused it to squeak. He couldn’t stop the rusty. "You have a big, beautiful cock Jimmie. You will always remember this blow job." Saying that my mother ran her tongue up the underside of my prick, swirled her tongue around the head finishing by engulfing almost all of my cock. Only an inch or so didn't fit in her mouth and soon I felt her throat open up letting my hairy balls bump her chin. She never let up, changing her technique from time to time.I don't know how long that BJ lasted but I know she brought me to the edge several times before. 5'8", long blond hair, angelic face, and a body that wouldn't quit. I went up to her and we hugged. As close as we had become, I had expected that there would be fireworks in that first hug, but there wasn't. Instead, it was comfortable, familiar. But feeling her young body next to mine was oh so good. For you see, she was 32 and I was 54.We had a drink together (she had ice tea and I had a coke) and we talked. Her voice was so sweet, it just filled me with joy. And the whole time she was. In the first place I'd never done much in archery, and in fact this was my first try with a compound bow. Its effectiveness was apparent from the first. With the additional mechanical advantage of the cams the arrow speed was much improved from what I remembered with a more familiar recurve bow. The cam's ability to deliver more force as the arrow was leaving the bow instead of less as normal bows do was also noticeable. Hell, I loved it. After twelve tries I was already better than I'd ever.