I sighed, took my screwdriver and sat on the floor. “Do you want me to move aside?” “It’s not necessary.” In spite of all this, it seemed... a bit strange to me that she didn’t leave. After all, she could read her stupid document elsewhere. Not that I had anything against her, or the sight of her legs. They looked gorgeous in her black stockings. I started to work, while at the same time stealing a glance. She had shapely calves and delicate ankles. Her black skirt was drawn up a bit so the. In my wildest dreams I could never have imagined this! I said I was just about to cum and my girlfriend said she was too. Then she pushed her hand to the base of my cock which was proudly rigid, standing straight up as I began to spurt my load of cum everywhere. When they saw me cum it pushed all of them over the edge and we all had orgasms together. My girl leaned over and licked the last of my cum from the tip of my cock. We all agreed that it was an amazing experience and the women walked. With his eyes closed and his hand moving smoothly over his hard aching cock, he thought of his Mom. The thought of the feel of his cock against her that morning. As he came in almost painful spurts, her image raced through his mind..." The following morning, even though Chris tortured himself with thoughts of the previous night, he didn't have the nerve to press against her again. Chris sat at the table and watched his mom. Jill washed the plates and cups, her skirt lightly swaying over her. It wasn’t a large house, but it offered some solitude from the pressures of his life. It was on one of these first trips that he stumbled on the picture in the attic. The picture was an old tintype of a young lady in her earl 20’s with light hair and dark eyes. When he took the picture home and showed it to his mother, she told him her name was Sarah and she was a distant relative who had died of a tragic accident at a young age around the turn of the century. She had fallen down a flight of.