“Ah ,Its no good your spiky pubes are annoying me and making my lips sore “ she blurted out to my disappointment, leaving me rock hard and drippin...g clear fluid . She stood grabbed my cock and led me upstairs to the bathroom. “Right lets see” looking in the cupboard , “ yep still got some of that twats here “ , she said I assume talking of her ex, and out came the shaving foam and her razor , after splashing some warm water on me and shaking the can she sprayed some of the foam around my now. I didn’t even have friends. I only had a few acquaintances. Well, Marian was determined to help me become human again, for lack of a better term. And I was irrevocably changed, whether I liked it or not. I think Marian should be named the African Goddess of Passion and Renewal, folks. I swear when she came into my life, the sun shone brighter and water tasted sweeter. I am not kidding. She was transforming me, minute by minute, day by day. Yeah, I was falling in love with the lovely Marian. ." she stammered, finding it impossible to put into words what had transpired in her son's room."What is it Helen? I don't think I've ever seen you so nervous." You'd be nervous too if your son made a pass at you." What?" smiled her friend, believing that Helen was either pulling her leg or over dramatizing. She saw Helen nod her head confirming her statement. "Well, come on now, every boy goes through that phase of having a crush on his mother." This isn't like that. He all but bragged about. She definitely knew something was up with the scones but having never gone down on a woman before or tasted her own syrup she didn't recognise the taste I guess, she made a face but kept on eating, not wanting to be rude I guess. I had to fight the smile on my face and hoped she didn't notice that one hand was now buried inside my undies. Secretly climaxing right there at the breakfast table with my best friend none the wiser as she munched down on my specially prepped scones, at that moment I.