He was generally confused, so he felt the need to immediately pick up the phone and dial the number given; it was a mystery he wanted an answer to.“...Hello?” John Caldwell answered the phone.“Hello,” Justin replied, not knowing the voice, “To whom am I speaking?”“My name is John Caldwell,” he replied, “I am George’s father.”“Oh, you’re the kidnappers father,” Justin replied.“I’m not sure if its kidnapping,” John replied, “But that’s neither here nor there at the moment.”“I’d like to speak with my. ‘A passionate kiss,’ she breathlessly asked? ‘You told me I’d love your kisses.’ ‘I hope you’re not disappointed.’ ‘The way I feel I don’t think I could be disappointed.’ They reluctantly broke their hug and he ordered a bourbon to catch up with her. They sat at the bar like the old friends they were. They chatted of this and that. A nervousness surrounding their talk, a nervousness that had never pervaded their e-mails or their heated phone calls. Finally, he palmed one of the key cards in his. Every time he pulled out I could see his thick cock with Moms' pussy lips sliding around it until he pushed it back deep inside her. I was already hard as a rock from watching my first live sex show and the fact that it was my own hot mother only made me more excited. As mother and I planned, I pushed the door open silently and stepped inside. We knew this would work as Moms' bed is on the opposite wall and their backs were to me. Mom being aware of my impending entrance noticed the door. My penis was twitching with desperation, on the threshold of a ruined orgasm when I felt Ms. J’s hand resume its motion. I knew then that she wanted me to cum, wanted me to be a part of her satisfaction—maybe not me Tom Fenner, her inadvertent slave, but me a cock under her control.Either way, I cried, “I’m cumming, I’m cumming! Thank you, Ms. J! Oh, you make me feel so good.” The words were punctuated by my grunts and gasps.I struggled to keep my balance as the fire flashed through me. Spurt.