POV: A creamy mature babe strokes her slick, dripping cunt

Marching out, I huffed, “How could you say such things to a clearly disturbed boy?”
“He wasn’t the first to ask about and order such things for a mother.” The snidely spoken sentence was chopped in half by the door I shut behind me. XXX He bucked into me and growled. “Excuse me. I took ten silver dimes from my purse, and a nickel. Nothing important suffered for our lethargy. To minimize temptation, however unlikely.”
The woman grinned, and it brightened the room as if she had not grinned in a year. I shook off a sudden dread of returning home. The woman’s eyes filled with tears. At the end of the week, his seed failed to release, although he felt the same joy as if he had.