I was worn out but Cheri was blowing him again and he was still hard — and speechless. Cheri stopped sucking long enough to tell him, “She’ll te...ll you when she's done and I’ll tell you when you can cum.”I smiled and she asked if I was done. I didn't say anything and my water boy led me to kneel before him. Cheri told him, “Do it,” and he fucked my mouth until he lay me back on the bed, brought my legs up high and really fucked me deep with his long cock. He came very loudly, making horrible. ” “For what?” He looked up at her, his eyes pleading for an answer. “Honey, what do you want?” “I don’t know…” “If you want my advice, just ask to see what you have been ogling all this time up close.” They were still looking at each other. “Is it okay?” “Is what honey?” She liked the game. Making him, actually say what he wanted was a good way to instruct himon how to be a man. “Would it be-I mean-can I see you naked.” “Of course honey. A mother should show her son theses. She is from someplace upstate. How about it? Can you help me out?”I smiled to myself because it wasn’t lost on me that that the situation was almost like the one that took place in high school when she went off with Ronnie Holbrook. I didn’t have anything going for that weekend except for mom’s wedding on Friday so I said I would do it.“I’ve got some things to do this afternoon” she said, “So could you stop by the house tomorrow and we can work out the details?”“I can.”“See you then” and she. Ireflected upon how all my muscle mass seemed to have been concentratedin my legs, abdomen and thighs. If it weren't for the tape binding mychest, my flaring hips and my bubble butt, an impartial observer mighthave mistaken me for Billy Jean or any of the western female athletes.Sad really.Under the socialist state, what I was becoming was not so bad. We hadwomen snipers, scientists ,pilots... everything except women primeministers and generals.However,there were no lesbians in the Soviet Union.