"Or is it, you show me yours and then I'll show you mine?" His tone of voice was light, slightly sarcastic. "I'm just getting ready for bed here." Hmm...m, thought Darla, I bet he thinks that'll get rid of me. By all rights, it should, but I'm tired of doing everything his way. "All right," she said softly, and without another word, she quickly unsnapped her jeans, unzipped them, let them drop to the floor and stepped out of them. "Like this?" Dead silence in the room for a moment. Then Michael. I felt my balls tighten up. "I'm close, I'm so close," I muttered incoherently "dont stop, don't stop." And I thought I might pass out from the intensity my body was feeling when I shot out the first ropes of cum into my mother's mouth. She kept on swallowing, even as cum started to dribble out of her mouth. I kept cumming for several seconds, and finally started to drop off. I didn't really lose my erection, between moms body and the aroma of her cunt, I was so fucking charged up."My turn" my. M. curfew without risking life and limb on the freeway. But amazingly I couldn't find three johns who were interested. I wasn't sure whether we were hitting some bad timing with Nikki's clients or whether they had gotten spooked for some reason. They all seemed tight-lipped over the phone.Finally I managed to scare up two johns for the night, one for six o'clock and another for seven. The six o'clock john was a new guy. He'd told me over the phone that he was a self-employed contractor from. I headed straight for the kitchen, and saw the open bottle of wine on the black granite counter, with 2 glasses beside it. The kitchen opened to the living room, and I sat down on the arm of the over sized sofa facing him as he poured the wine. I crossed my legs, so as not to reveal anything as I was wearing a fairly short wrap dress. Despite my efforts, one side fell open and my upper thigh was exposed. He turned to hand me a glass, and looked down at it, then quickly looked away. He was.