Grandma Nun’s Pleasure Devices And Climactic Moments

After the final class I make my way back to the media rooms. My eyes glued on her cleavage. A few hours later of mindlessly watching tv, Mom comes back down stairs. Her right hand is now down her panties, playing with herself. I sit and eat my food in relative peace and happiness. “Well ok thank you for submitting your USB stick with the project on it.” There’s a pause as she shifts uncomfortably in her seat. It isn’t a pleasant phone call. “Please, call me Laura.” She offers a weak smile. She looks around moms age. Which I do. She blows a kiss and thanks the users for their tips. “Everything ok?”
“Not really” I feel a little emotional but hold it together. ‘I would have happily bent her over her desk. The drive home isn’t nearly as bad as I thought it would be.