He groaned and allowed her to unzip his pants and pull them down, freeing his hard manhood. She wrapped her hands around it and lovingly kissed the ti...p of it while he stepped hastily out of his jeans. Marisa smiled before licking his length and then deepthroating him. "Fuck, baby," he moaned, thrusting into her mouth and gagging her. He loved hearing and feeling her gag on his dick. "Oh god, fuck my throat, Jeremy," she gasped wildly. He grunted, knowing he wouldn't last long like this. He. "No mother; how can you be so cold!" he spat back."So here's the deal; you get that yummy arse of yours upstairs and get undressed and lie on the bed; then I'm coming up to massage you; and then we're having dinner. The massage will be a repayment for the one you gave me," David grinned."Here's the deal young man; if you ever refer to my backside that way again I'll smack you across the mouth; and I'm not doing anything like what you ask. Don't be ridiculous David; I'm your mother!" Michele. I finished my cigarette, told them that it was nice to meet the two of them, and went back to my office. I sat there, head in hands, mentally beating myself up for not coming up with something clever. Later that evening, I walked back out and lingered by the adjoining back doors again. I was hoping to catch a glimpse of her. Tom walked back out and I started grilling him. Who is she, what’s her story, what do you know about her, anything I could find out. It turns out the two of them were. . She relaxed her legs and pushed her dress down over him. . . . he moved his head so that he could rest it on her thigh, but his face was pressed against her mound . . . he felt . . . safe.After a while, she moved. "Baby, you've got to sit up, I'm getting cold and I have got to move." He had almost fallen asleep with his face in her pussy. He sat up, and she kissed him on the cheek. "There is a reason they invented furniture."They laughed and he helped her up. "Do you want a robe?" I'll be.