“Oh, no, I’m not just going to stroke it, I’m going to suck you off very slowly. By the time I let you come your semen will be so tasty I’ll s...uck you dry,” she said, smacking her lips. Not wanting to sound disappointed I tried to inject a suggestion into the conversation. “Well, I was kind of hoping that this time we would get there together.” Her hand had begun softly stroking my shaft and I felt her fingers gently caressing my balls. It suddenly occurred to me that I might keep my mouth. As far as sex was concerned mum had enjoyed a daily portion, hell I had wanked more times a day than that, I couldn't see what the problem was. As for 'flaunting' herself my mother dressed to please herself not anyone else, well not unless it was in play. Had she been able to see the effect she had on the men she came in contact with I think mum might have really flaunted herself, but then I liked seeing my mother in the barest minimum so I would be the last to complain. It struck me as odd. "Not much? Tommy, it's a palace, thank you, darling."I showed her the bedroom and apologised for having to share a room."But at least there are twin beds." I laughed and squeezed her hand, I thought she was going to cry when I showed her the bathroom, she stood and stared at the gleaming tiles, the whole bar of scented soap, the toothpaste, the bubble bath, the big fluffy towels on the heated rail."Can I have a bath, Tommy." Shall we try that again mum please?" I laughed and could have cried. She was wearing a pink T-shirt and faded jeans. It was clear that the only thing covering her perky nipples was the T-shirt. She had pink fingernail polish with silver glitter and a silver necklace. Other than that she wore no jewelry or makeup except bright red lipstick. Her slender body and small breasts made her appear younger than her twenty years. She had a youthful vigor and a quick, sly smile that could melt even the hardest heart."I just bought the same shirt as you." She pulled a.