‘You are so beautiful, my love, my whore,’ I whispered as I felt the sap rising in my scrotum with each sizzling stroke. ‘Unnnnnnnnh, yessssss,...’ Madeleine exclaimed. ‘I will … always be your … whore, Robert. Always.’ Madeleine’s body was starting to shimmy and shake as we reached for a mutual climax. Higher and higher, the sensations kept building. I leaned over and captured her breasts in each hand, rolling her nipples between my fingers as I did, and it was like turning on a switch. She. We had a nice bottle of Gavi, one of my favorite white wines from Italy. We just told George to bring us what he thought we deserved on our first date. He brought a starter of smoked salmon wrapped around a nice white cream core and a little pate with toast points for us to share. Both delicious. A little Italian Wedding soup, which I don't always care for, but it tasted good tonight. The main course was sea bass encrusted with something crisp and crunchy with asparagus and mashed (can't think. They had never met or seen my mom. I was about to tell them that she was my mom but then I thought let’s see how far it goes. Inside I knew mom wouldn’t agree and wanted to check how much longer this lasts. So I didn’t tell them. I told them that I will go the to washroom and come, they went to my mom and stood in a circle around her. She was at the buffet tables taking her dinner. Then my friend went near her and started talking to her. Other friends came a bit closer so that no one could see. Many times I waited up for her to come home at night hoping for a glimpse of her getting naked. When she came in the room I pretended I was sleeping and she would just get in bed beside me in her bra and panties. I would wait until I knew she was asleep and try to feel her up. I would stick my hand down the back of her panties to rub her ass cheeks and than stick my hand in her bra to feel her nipple. One night I really did fall asleep and when I woke up she must have been really drunk and.