“So you’re calling and waking me up to ask permission?” I asked. “I do appreciate that you’ve shown me enough respect to ask rather than ju...st doing it, but I gave you instructions and now you don’t want to follow them? It seems like you’re not learning your lesson.”“I am following instructions,” she said. “And I have learned my lesson. You said that I’m not allowed to cum until the next time I see you. You also said it was up for me to figure out when that would be. I want to see you. However, I suggested it probably wasn't a good idea to go to some stranger's house for dinner, but instead she should go out to a restaurant, and then if things seemed ok, then check into a motel. She thought that was a wise idea, but said that she would think about it over the next couple of days. That sounded good to me.When we went to bed that evening, she practically ****d me, tearing off my clothes and engulfing my cock like it was the last popsicle on the planet. Before long I exploded. It was a long kiss. I wanted time to work on Mom's breast to get past the anger I detected in her brief protest before my mouth covered hers, time for her body to react and override her mind. My cock was tingling with excitement and so was my brain when I realized Mom's body was reacting as I hoped, so when I felt Mom's nipple poking hard into my palm, I released her and gulped in much needed air.CRACK!I reeled back, stunned. Mom's right arm was swinging back from what must have been a full. .?" I speculated. I came to the conclusion thatit probably didn't do anything, just an elaborate hoax concocted by ahorny old man with a strange sense of humor. Why not try it once, andthen throw it away? That'll show him. I swiveled the antenna around,directing it at myself point-blank. A moment passed before I brought myfinger to the start button. There was a slight fear that the MILF machinewould give me cancer or something even worse, but I ignored that. Myfinger depressed the grey rubber.