My cock began to harden to its full six and half inches and Joyce just continued sucking the head and looked up at me telling me I had a nice cock.Her... lips began to slide up and down my cock as she managed to get half the length in her mouth. My cock is thick so I was more than happy with the blowjob she was giving me. She took her mouth off me and said that it’s been a while and she was out of practice. I assured her she was doing fine as she continued to suck me. To my surprise she began. She turned to look at me."Here, you can do this."I took over and stirred the gravy while Mom filled a bowl with roasted potatoes. "Take this to the table," she instructed, relieving me of the wooden spoon, "and then come back." Her voice held less anger. I think she enjoyed bossing me around.When I returned, Mom had set a gravy boat on the stove. She told me to hold it while she emptied the pan. I managed to get my arm in position for couple more sc****s.Supper was delicious and I probably. As we waited for the bus, we all chatted amongst ourselves, looking for some common ground that would make the coming weeks easier to bear. I noticed one particular fellow, because he was talking so much louder than the rest. He was tall and had what seemed to be a cocky streak. He had the look of someone to be reckoned with. When the bus stopped and opened the door, I noticed that an older gentleman, a civilian, was driving the bus. He just smiled and motioned us on to the bus without saying a. I had no idea how long he'd been standing there but as he became aware that I had awakened, his eyes caught my own. He smiled embarrassed and immediately darted off. I rearranged my nightie, got up and went to my bedroom to again return to sleep. The strange look on my son's face never left me until I finally drifted off.These events lingered in my mind. My son was clearly turned on by my physical presence. Over time, this reality became more and more exciting to me. Certainly, I knew that like.