But who was I to fuck with a good thing? After a few weeks she started talking about sexual matters with me. And that didn't mean she was asking me ...if I was having sex or giving me the protection speech. She asked me how often I masturbated and she told me how often she did. She had a smoking body. I began to desire to be up her pussy. I knew it was normal for a man to be sexually attracted to his mother but I was lusting after her.She would be walking around naked and I would. Gracious. Eager.I almost felt sorry for what I was about to do.Almost.*****With his mouth.And so, it shall be. He reclined on my bed. On his back. Vulnerable. His wrists strapped down, spread far from his body. His ankles, still in those boots I find so irresistible, spread equally, locked down.A tight black t-shirt. Black jeans. A belt -- hanging open a little, the buckle silver.And a tight black velvet blindfold.His eyes protested when I brought it out. But I said, softly, "All you need is. Noise gathered outside the conference room doors and soon enough, bodies started to enter the room. Chit chat started to form but died down as the elevator ding was heard. Out stepped the CEO and people that Alexi assumed were the executives and high-level management of Ritter Global. As everyone moved around the oblong conference table, Alexi kept her seat facing more in the direction of the presentation screen, not interested in the many new people she would have to meet and introduce. She finally came to terms about her feelings and seeing him come home alone after winning a championship was icing on the cake. He wasn’t expecting her to be in his home when he came, so he could’ve brought any random woman to fuck, but he didn’t which showed her where his loyalty lied. He deserved to know what was on her mind and she had something huge to tell him. “I’m fine. It’s just that I was so selfish to hide my feelings from you when you have been nothing but great to me, and I’m so.