"Keep your dirty slut mouth shut or you'll be in the line for unemployment"I stayed on my knees as I felt him moving around, "take off your clothes" I... complied. He pushed me down onto all fours and I felt him moving around the coffee table to right beside me. I was now in between the sofa and coffee table.This was getting a little odd for me but I couldn't ask why or I'd get fired, my cock was hard and he noticed. "You won't be needing that boner boy, not until we are done with you.." He said. My mother is a hijabi and usually wears an abaya. Mum is the kind of women that can control most men, she controls my father like a mother controls her c***d, she's a very dominant asian woman who gets her way at whatever the cost! Altho in the eye of the public she's seen as a pious traditional woman, in private she's a very different woman, as you'll find in many asian women/men. Also let me point out at this time my mum is pretty cock hungry and she doesn't get laid by dad half as much as. Even soft, it filled me,and it hardened quickly. Now both hands slid up and down the shaft as Imanipulated the head with my lips and tongue, starving for my reward, thecompulsion I could not deny. Finally, it came, and I drank it greedily,swallowing without shame.I looked up to find my Harold smiling down at me. "My apologies, mylord," I said. "I couldn't help myself."He cupped my face in his hands. "No need, my beloved. It waswonderful."I put the medium of my transformation away, and. On the Saturday night we went for a few pints at a quiet pub armed with some photos of her to get us in the mood for later.After about an hour and a half to give her time to have a few drinks and put on some nice clothes, we came back to the House & I was praying she’d be asleep for us. The Lounge main lights were off with just a table lamp on and she was lying asleep on the settee.I thought she’d have put Jeans on to stop us going too far, but she was wearing a short button fronted skirt, and.