But enough of me for now, I grab ahold of your hair and pull your mouth off of my cock. I lay you back on the bad and slide you up. I whisper to you t...o close your eyes and you do so. I move your arms out to the side of the bed and slip them into the restraints that I put into place but didn’t tell you about. I see the concern cross your face but I lean down and tell you to trust me. As I slip each wrist into the restraint, I let me finger slide up your arms and across your shoulders teasing. He didn’t hear her occasional comments and questions. He remained calm and blind for the next hour. He finally heard her tell him they were about a mile away. Not long after that he heard the tire sound change, felt her drive, slowly, for a minute of so, then come to a stop, and turn off the engine. He heard her door open, and she said, ‘You can take that off now, we’re here.’ He yanked the scarves off his head, blinking into the sudden late-morning light. He looked around as she approached his. " She says in the now familiar monotone. Holy shit! That certainly wasn't what I was expecting."You masturbate to relax?" I ask to make sure I understand."Yes, ever since your dad left with that bimbo with the fake tits, that's been my only option." This is a lot more information than I need. Dad left us five years ago. He still provides financial support but hasn't attempted to contact Susan or I since he left."Mom, do you need to masturbate now, to relieve the built up tension?" I ask, not. She took her position on her knees, offering me three sheets of paper on her extended hands. I stood up swinging my resurrected erection straight from my groin, bouncing him in front of her face, her hungry eyes following my dancing appendage. Once in a while, she tried to capture my dick with her tongue. Because of a lack of success, she kept trying. I accepted the sheets of paper and scanned Claudia’s mind for the choices she made. Yes, it was all filled in truthfully. She was clearly not.