If you haven’t read the previous story, the one posted before; do read that. Else, you won’t get the scenario here. And if you have read it. Enjoy... the story.The Hints:Mom always gave me small hints, the usual ones which I understood. The only thing that kept me from making a move was the fear. What if anyone comes to know about it? Is mom doing this on purpose, or am I thinking wrong? Fucking my mother, what will this relationship be called? Numerous questions revolved in my mind.. Then I grab a nice cold beer and head to the bathroom to shave and take a much needed shower, after sweating all day I smell like a cesspool. I lather up my face, cock, and balls and shave them all as smooth as a Dutch baby’s ass. My wife always shaved my cock for me, she liked it like that and I guess I do to. I looked at my self in the mirror for a minuet before I get in to the shower. Not bad for a fifty year old, if I must say so my self I still have my hair even though it is turning gray I. You will again wear just your housecoat, only this time before you knock on his door you will undo and open it, so that it is completely gaping at the front. You will tell him that you are sorry for running out on him earlier and that would like to make it up for him by doing any thing he commands you to do. When Bert has fucked you and came in you, which i’ll presume he will, you will try to hold it inside you so that when you get home you’ll get that excuse of a husband of yours to clean. " Only if she finds out," Kerry said. "I won't tell and what she doesn't know won't hurt her." Kerry! You're only fourteen for God's sake!" I exclaimed. "I could end up in prison." I know, but I so want you Dave, please," she almost sobbed.I hesitated and that sadly was my undoing as Kerry just snuggled into me and placed a small hand on my cock which treacherously had as ever risen to the occasion."See, you want me too," she murmured."I have got to be mad." I muttered. "Anyway it's not like I.