"Mom, your hand feels good. It's hard because of you. You are very sexy, and seeing your body without the silly robe tells me I was right all along. You are gorgeous!"
Suddenly, as if awoken, she glanced at me and murmured, "You are very handsome too."
I caressed her hair, and guided her to her bedroom. I sat on the bed's edge, and my eyes pierced hers. She had a tiny smile. I spread my legs and continued silently staring at her.
She sighed, and slowly knelt between my thighs. Her hands rubbed my sack, then the shaft, and lastly the helmet. She licked her lips, and her face began moving onto my tool.
I put my palm on her forehead, preventing her advance, and blurted, "Tell me what you want."
"You know. To put it in my mouth."
"That is not a correct way to describe your wish to your n
