She turned to go, admitting to her friends that after three encores, a bunch of men in their sixties would be tired. “It’s probably past their bed...times,” she joked, but she was stopped by a security guard as they neared the exits.“Excuse me, Miss. Sorry to bother you but the record company are looking for a few pictures of people to promote the gig, and you fit the bill.”Chloe turned and shrugged at her friends. “We’ll see you in the bar sure.”Chloe turned back to the security guard who was. Hewas at a loss, for what to say and why he'd passed up a hot fuck with thegirl he'd screwed so many times through high school, and why he'd suckedthose guy's cocks.It wasn't even ten, when he returned home and disappeared quickly to hisroom. Alone, he stripped off his jeans and t-shirt and jumped in the showerto wash the dried cum off his chest. Standing in his bathroom, he studiedhis reflection in the mirror; studied the naked, shaved, cocksucker he'dbecome. He thought about the black cocks. I told everyone what to do, not ask them. I can see a difference in telling and asking. Thank you Bob you are making me a better leader of my people too.”All the rest of the men had something to say about how I had taught them all a lesson that they would never forget. I listened to everyone, really listening and saw that I was teaching these people more about life and how to live a good one, than I was teaching them skills. Skills are taught fairly easily, but life lessons usually come by way. Can I take it off for you? When I fuck my girlfriend, she was naked with me. I thought we could do the same.”“I’m not your girlfriend. I’m your mother. And you know the rules. Let’s keep it strictly just sex. I don’t want you to get any dirty thoughts about your mother, you hear. Now, keep fucking me so you can finish it up.” I said firmly.He seemed very upset and pulled out of me. He sat up on the side of his bed and looking very unhappy. He was like a sad puppy begging for attention. I sat up.