“I hate to break up this little party but I have to get my son home and make dinner. I hope you don’t mind.”
All of a sudden, Ms. Owens looked kind of guilty and pretty sheepish and I guess it finally sunk in what she had just been doing. She looked over at my mom who was sitting there all prim and proper and then looked down at herself, kneeling there between my legs hugging my c**k to her face. She reached into a gym bag that was on the floor beside us, opened it and took out a towel. She carefully cleaned off my c**k and balls and wiped off my legs. She did a very thorough job and when I was clean, she started to clean off her own face, but not before scooping what she could onto her finger and into her mouth.
“Is it safe to assume that Tommy is no longer in any kind of trouble?”
“Ye
