‘And why does this woman think I want to do the work now? She hates my guts after that first fiasco of an introduction. I was so pissed about losing... the house, I couldn’t help chewing her out about her mover’s mess. When I saw her standing there with her hair falling down and smudges under her eyes, I knew she was exhausted. But what a gorgeous site to see in the afternoon light. Did I offer to help? Noooooo, I couldn’t stop being mad at the situation long enough to be myself and help someone. He looked down to see the top of his mother’s head as she worked her mouth on his cock, sucking and licking. She must have sensed him moving, releasing his cock she turned her face up to look at him.“Thank you Sir,” she smiled, “that was wonderful.”Tom allowed her a few moments to properly clean her son’s cock.“I think we should both go and shower,” he said, “your mother can clean up here then you and l can continue our chat.”David struggled to his feet. He realised that his clothes were. She asked me if I leave my under shirt on and my boxers on till we were in bed and then take the boxers off before we “did the thing." Kim is a pretty woman but a little self-conscious of her body. She is shorter than Taylor but a little heaver. Not fat but to say she is a little chunky is about right. Her red hair goes right with her fair skin and many freckles. Kim has always worn baggy cloths and nothing that ever showed off her tits or other assets. I entered the bedroom with the lights out. For me that is an hour to much so I jumped in the shower. After watching my hair and body I jumped out and kind of examined myself in the mirror. I have a dark brown hair it short and really thick. I have hazel eyes. And a slight tan. I'm 6'2 and pretty buff typical for a farmer my dad died when I was young so I did most of the work around my place. After looking myself over I decided to get dressed. I grabbed some jeans and a brown plaid shirt. That buttoned up I got dressed and put on my belt.