Having had the taste of a young cock in my cunt, I didn’t allow my son to rest. It was something like my second honeymoon. And I taught my son all t...hat I learned from my father and my darkroom lover. My son was keen on learning and satisfying me of all my wishes.We went on a city tour one day. I wanted to see the new lighthouse, but the security man denied us permission. My son bribed him and we went up by the lift. From top, it was a grand view we get of the sea on one side and the city on the. You tookmy head in your hands and softly guided me downward. I obediently kneltand pleasured you with my mouth while you stood just inside the doorway.Climaxing did not soothe your raging libido. After taking a moment tosteady yourself, you swept me up in your powerful arms and carried me tothe bedroom.After that, things simply took their course. I surrendered to you ascompletely as one person can to another. Without reservation, I embracedyour fantasies as my own. I transformed myself into the. ‘I get it, you’re in a hurry. Please spare me the headache of flying boots hitting my head.’ She grinned up at me, rather innocently I thought, then looked down at my shoes. I dropped beside her and began putting the socks on. ‘They’re not boots,’ she informed me. ‘They’re Sketchers.’ ‘Well, excuuuuuse me. Give me that.’ I took one from her and put it on, quickly tied it, then followed suit with the other. I stood. ‘So Miss Impatience, where are we going? What’s so important that we have to. I’m so embarrassed.”“OK, I’ll stay. I’ll phone home and say so.”We got back home a couple of hours later with an Indian take-away and after we had eaten we chatted about general things for a while before Paul said that we should think about going to bed.We went through to his mother’s room. I’d never been in it before and somehow it struck me as being a bit too “girly” for Jean – all pinks and frilly furnishings which somehow didn’t feel like her taste to me.Paul said should we change the.