I’m your boss for Christ sakes,” he hissed, but for some reason he didn’t sound too convincing.“You’re not gonna fire me are you Jack? ” K...athy asked, lowering her face down closer to his cock. “Not before I take this lovely cock deep in my mouth and suck all of its cum out. Are you Jack?” She stuck her tongue out and touched the tip to the very top of his penis, which instantly filled to near bursting with blood. Her tongue tip sought out his pee hole and she wiggled it back and forth, as if. “This is what I want,” she whispered, gripping my cock in her hand and stroking gently. She moaned as I leaned down to bring her nipples to full extension. Together, we unrolled a rubber on my cock and kneeled to the blanket. “This is what I want,” she whispered as she guided the tip of my cock to her opening. It was apparent that she was still well lubricated from playing with herself earlier. With a mixture of short stabs, grunts and shifting of her capacious rump, I was in. Knowing she. I stumbled into my room and collapsed on my bed, still trying to digest what I had seen. It wasn't so much the fact that I now had concrete evidence that my mother masturbated, I suspected as much given Dad's profession, obviously obligated not to sleep with his wife, but the fact that I had caught her in the act was both shocking and somewhat disturbing.I flicked my mp3 player on and tried to burn the image out of my eyes with an assault on my eardrums. No dice. A knock at the door. I knew it. "I'm going to leave.... Right now." No," there was something blunt and flat about that.Turn around, I thought, turn around and head for the door. If he touches you, scream. But somehow, I couldn't. I felt held in place. I was starting to tremble all over. I couldn't run, I thought, that would show weakness. If I tried to leave, I'd be showing him I was weak, that I was afraid of him. Then back up, I told myself. Move. Except that would be weakness too.I could only stand there,.