I told her that I stroked my cock many times thinking about her and she smiled at me and said, “Did you really”?“Yes, I sure did, sometimes I st...and by the window and watch you working out in yoga pants and I pull on my fat cock thinking about how wet your pussy would be if I was inside of it.”She blushed and said, “Oh my God, I don’t know what to say, would you like to see it once?”I thought to myself, this woman might be crazy to ask me a question like that; of course I want to see it. I not. “But you’ve been sleeping okay, haven’t you? The bed is comfortable enough?”“It’s really comfortable. Such a great bed.”“I’m glad.” Sweeping her hands behind her skirt, she sits down in front of me, directly under the light, smiling. “And you’re sure dinner was alright? I’m sorry. The meat was a little undercooked, I think.”“No, no. It was great.”“Do you really mean it?” she asks, tilting her head aside as she leans forward, crossing her legs, grinning at me.“Really, I love my meat rare,” I. Mommy had my nightie over my hips and she was sucking me. I started to sit up, asking, “Mommy, what are you doing?” She pushed me back to the mattress saying, “Making you feel good, teaching you about sex.”Then I felt something cold and slick at my bottom and a finger slipped into me. I remember, I moaned when she did that. She pumped in and out of me several times then did something, I didn’t know what a prostate gland was back then but she did. She milked my prostate. I was pumping my. Then I slipped out of my pants and put on the pants of some nice looking pajamas that I saved for special occasions. And this occasion, I thought, might be the most special of all. My shirt went on top of the pants on a chair, to be worn in the morning, and I slipped on a T shirt that proclaimed ‘God is great, and I’m not bad!’ I came out and sat down, to be greeted with a very serious kiss. When we came up for air Jan was sitting crosswise on my lap, although I had no recollection of how she.