Puffing out her cheeks, she stepped into the corridor. According to the white and gold sign on the facing wall, 209 was to the left. The softly-lit pa...ssageway seemed to stretch endlessly in front of her, the dark red geometric patterned carpet and cream walls identical to the last chain hotel she’d stayed in. Faceless, characterless, anonymous. The way it should be.Fortunately, it was only a short walk to 209: the numbers simply indicated second floor, room nine. Standing at the door, heart. The smoke seemed to wrap around his cock, enveloping it like a fog. A small drop of cum had leaked out of the head and she bent down to taste it, then taking him fully into her mouth, sucking it as she took it. This made his own breath quicken, as he knew his orgasm would be most satisfying. She alternated her sucking between his cock and the cigarette, always remembering to show him the smoke escape her lips. He was beginning to move his hips and she sucked harder. Maybe he would cum soon, she. He is so cool and quiet. All the time I hurried to my room my head is filled with thoughts and disgust. How can he ask a favour where no son in this world would ask his mother? He is a man! That’s why! He is the man of the house and I am his dependent. My head started spinning. I could not accept Ramesh’s pervertness. First of all he wanted his own mother to sleep with him andSecondly he is offering me to pay for it!!! In other words he wants his mother to be his whore. He wants his mother to. Mom swollowed every drop and continued sucking until I began to soften. She then got up and sat beside me. Putting her arm around me, she said, "Thank you, son, for a wonderful experience." She then said that she didn't want me to feel that I was forced in any way to give her pleasure but that she would always be there for me. I responded that I was more than happy to give my wonderful mother pleasure and I hoped she didn't feel guilty. A couple of days later we had our second encounter..