It was nothing special, just a quiet dinner, a couple of glasses of wine and some conversation. I think mom liked the company and now that I was alone..., I did too.My name is Richard Taylor and I am twenty-four, six feet even and 184 pounds with sandy blonde hair and green eyes. My mother, Alice, just turned 46 last month. She stands just less than 5'7", with a thin but athletic build. She has smallish breasts and as I recall they were about a 34C.Two weeks ago during my Friday night visit mom. "I am sorry Master Dickie, Sir." I cried out, terrified he may use this as an excuse to go get that fucking stun gun. "I was just trying to do a good job of cleaning your cock, Sir."tears were rolling down my cheeks again. "Has It been urinal trained yet, Dickie?" one of the suits asked. "No, not yet. This is It's first dick cleaning. The fucking thing can't even get that right." he answered. "Well as punishment for disobedience, why not make it French kiss the urinal rim.We would love to see. Why, were you going to suggest we watched some on a porn channel?" I had wanted to add 'all naked,' but was too shy. The lawyer took over. He nervously straightened his tie. "Better than that, my dear. We thought we might have a session together, right here in Garry's apartment!" "Erm, OK," I replied. I knew the answer to the next question before I'd even asked it. "And who's going to be lying spread-eagled naked in the middle of the circle?" Gary approached with the near-empty litre bottle of. I soon fell asleep with a smile on my face but when I woke up in the morning a feeling of emptiness submerged me as I regained “consciousness” and realized that the lover I was longing to touch and caress was just a dream. Even worse, I had no idea of who he was and where to find him; the only information I had were the initials “ R.J.” I had seen on his carry-on. I was firmly decided to look for him and would not rest until I found the object of my longing.I was fortunate enough to find a day.