“I am sorry, mother. I will never do it again,” I said. She smiled at me and said, “it’s alright. You are young but you must understand that I... am your mother.” I said sorry again and told her that I will never do it again but please don’t tell my father, please. She assured me that she will not tell my father. There was an uncomfortable silence between us. I looked down on the floor as she kept looking at me and smiled. Suddenly she said, “do you want to see?” I was surprised, “what, mother?”. “Try for her mouth!” Madame laughed, her eyes, her nose!” Em glistened with men's seed, she looked despoiled, sullied and spent, “If any can get his seed in her mouth he can have her for the rest of the evening!” Madame laughed.Em looked at me, she stood and came to me, took my appendage in her mouth and sucked.My seed flowed like a river and she made sure everyone saw before she sucked me dry.“Take me home John,” she said, “Please.”She walked decisively towards Madame’s room. She wiped the. My mom was right there to kiss me and share the warm cum.I went back to the bow of the boat and sat there peacefully thinking about what my life was coming for a while then fell asleep, I woke up a little later and my mom told me to change back into boy clothes, I did and we docked and unloaded.Later that day we got to our rental house and unpacked. I didn’t realize how little of my boy clothes I packed. I changed back into the monokini, coverup and wedges I had on earlier and my mom and I went. (38DD for you statistically oriented folks) and I got to thinking of making a keepsake to enable my recollection of her. Then I came upon an idea to make a mount of her extraordinary tits. I thought that it would be fun and rewarding to capture a three dimensional representation of those glorious melons. And I set out on our journey. It was usual to capture mom and play with her for long periods of time. This would be the same type of game, only more preparation is needed.At first, I will need.