mother teaches son about sex

“You have a little bit of a limp in your left leg, which hurts as you take the weight off your foot, not when you put it down – typical symptom of Arthritis, or a badly blistered heal” Dorothy confirmed she had arthritis in her knees and elbows. “I knew she had been working here for a while because of her fingers” I continued, all three women looked at Dorothy’s hands. “Those plates are burning hot and you picked them up without even flinching, that kind of nerve damage comes jerkingoff from years of carrying hot plates, also it would be a massive coincidence if another Dorothy had a shirt that fitted you with her name stitched into it” The three were all looking at me in awe, so I continued, “I knew it was here because not only are there pictures of you on the wall behind the bar, but I’ve heard three separate people come here and talk to you like you are family. That’s also how I know you are well liked, and the boss wouldn’t tolerate that sort of thing if he saw you as just staff.” “Hang on,” Jess jumped in, “How do a few pictures mean the boss can’t imagine this place without her?” “because there are no pictures of the other staff, only Dorothy and the boss, and in a place like this, in the city centre, there is no way she is the only waitress. Oh, And I know he’s the boss because he left earlier and you called him…” I held my hand out to Dorothy for her to finish. “I’ve always called him ‘Boss’” she said. “Grand kids?” Rachael asked. I pointed to a small blue smudge on the arm of her pink shirt. “That is crayon, if you’re wearing a shirt for eight hours a day and rely on tips. There are only a few people you’d let near your work clothes with crayons.” Dorothy beamed sex at the mere mention of them. “What about my husband?” Dorothy asked softly. I paused before reaching up to the opening in her shirt and lightly touched the wedding band hanging from the chain around her neck. “It matches the one that you wear, only a few sizes too big. No woman wears her husband’s wedding ring unless he’s not around to wear it himself.” I said, matching the softness in her voice. I looked at my two ladies, Jessica’s jaw was almost on the table and Rachael was wiping a tear from her cheek as Dorothy nodded gently “And these smile lines…” I continued, pointing to the small wrinkles on the side of each eye, “show you are happy, and you smile a lot, which couldn’t be tits possible if his death had been recent…” “… and wearing either ring wouldn’t happen if I’d found someone mom else” Dorothy finished for me, “which is how you knew I live alone.” I nodded. “very impressive” she mused as she put down the plate she was still holding, a large smile across her face. She walked off happily when she was done and I’d thanked her. The girls where still looking at me in shocked silence. “Well, now I’m really glad you didn’t do me” Rachael said matter-of-factly after a very long pause, bringing a laugh to the mother table. “that is pretty amazing though.” Jess added in agreement. “Those people at the game don’t stand a chance against my Jimmy” Rachael added as she took her first bite of food, I wasn’t the only one who registered the ‘my’ in that sentence as Racheal’s eyes grew a little wider. She looked at me nervously, I was already smiling, so she just rolled her eyes in self-deprecation and carried on eating. Jess was oblivious. The meals went down well and after a short time we were all satisfied and ready to leave, still feeling flush from the previous week’s winnings, I settled the bill and made sure to leave blowjob a sizable tip for Dorothy. We were due to meet the supporters bus at 6.30 and making the short walk from the diner in the fresh evening air with two beautiful women attached to my arms was enough to draw a few envious looks from the men we passed – and even a few of the women. But soon enough we rounded the corner and onto the valet area of the hotel. Cardiff castle – an ancient roman fort rebuilt during the middle ages, then glamourized by a Scottish Marque in the 1700s, was an impressive structure which sat directly opposite the hotel and I admired the architecture of it whilst the girls chatted amongst themselves. It wasn’t long before a large mini-bus pulled into the entrance bay, Jack hopping out of the front passenger’s seat and opening the rear sliding door for the rest of the supporters. “I present to you ‘team Jim’!” he announced proudly as one by one, 16 people climbed out of the bus. I was surprised to see that, aside from Jack, there were only three men in the group. One was obviously gay by his pose and the copious amounts of glitter spread over his body, the other two looked like they had been dragged here against their will by their respective partners. The rest of the party was full of partly inherited women, laughing and squealing as the massed before us. I immediately recognised Tiffany and the mystery girl who Jack had enjoyed the previous week, another three girls made up the rest of the slutty group, all of whom were again dressed in skin tight short dresses. After a bit I made my way down to her treasure and started mother eating her. A wave of mom jealousy flowed through him as he thought of clumsy teenage boys putting their hands on his daughter’s tits. She only drew one card to pair with her opening 13, so she had to have something strong, probably 20 or higher. She went around me, lifted her skirt, and dropped her panties. Grace rubbed her clit faster, taking in the sight of Anthony’s cock disappearing inside her sister over and over. A few drops of her cream dripped from her cock head as she used her fingers and squeezed it out of her shaft, onto my tongue. I’d almost have paid you for the chance to do that.” The whipping continued in earnest blowjob sex as soon tits as she returned. “Hope on. She was eventually wasted and i knew it was time. My orgasm burst inside of me. I threw back my jerkingoff head, my hair swaying on my left side, and howled in rapture. So Gina, would you like to try a little Jack and Coke?