..........I got dressed in a tank top and a pair of shorts. She appeared wearin a medium length sun sun dress that definately accentuated her curves. ...Boy this will be fun i thought to myself. So the first thing she had planned was mini golf. All the locals knew if you go early in the day its not as crowded as all the "tourists" come out at night. So apparently her idea was to see how much she could torture me throughout the day. We had no one infront of or behind us for like 4 holes so she was. I watched, and played. Drool dripped from the corners of my moms mouth as his cock moved in and out of her throat. Holding her by her hair, Gs savagely thrust into her throat, each thrust punctuated by a gag. My mothers hands worked furiously on her own clit. Faint muffled moans of pleasure could be heard past the mouthful of cock. My mother clearly had no gag reflex, or had learned to suppress it, because all that was visible was the very base of his shaft and his balls. Gs panted as he. “Lick your lips,” I whispered. I inserted the ball gag between her moist lips, pushed it deep in her mouth, behind her teeth. Her breath came in sharp bursts, sounds of excitement coming through the gag. “Good girl,” I told her as I rose. “Now raise your hips.” She elevated her slender hips as much as her bonds allowed. I smacked her ass with a large leather strap. She gasped, squirmed, screamed through her gag. Not from pain—the blow was not hard—but from shock….and. “Do you always ramble?” He smiled after he asked indicating that he wasn’t being rude but only jesting with her. “It’s fine by the way. I don’t have any plans tonight so it will be nice to have company.” From the corner of his eye he could see her smile back appreciatively. Making Mia smile made him forget all about the drudgery of his shift that day and the increasingly hostile girlfriend that was back in Toronto. They arrived at Jesse’s place fairly quickly. Now into winter the air outside.