“Maybe we can do it,” Jeff Ralston said to his wife, Vickie.“Really?” She didn’t ask what “it” was. She had been after him to move south... for years.“Not really; maybe. The house was my own design, and I built it myself to have a house on a lot I could afford. Nobody has ever asked me to build another. Well, if we could sell the house to somebody for a reasonable price, we could afford to move to Alabama and set up business there. The problem is that I don’t know what anyone would pay for the. It was a warm night so I drove with the top down and she giggled as the wind took her hair,"This is brilliant" she laughed, "I'd love a car like this"As we pulled up outside my house, I tossed her the keys,"It's yours mum, enjoy it" but she just sat there looking confused,"Danny it's a thirty thousand pound car, you can't just give it away like that" Ok then, I'll lend it to you for as long as you like" You're incredible do you know that?"I went round and opened her door for her hoping for a. Between that and the depth of conversation, I was getting truly fascinated. All during the meal and after the presentation, the topics ranged from work-related to hobbies to our housing to … well you name it. As time went on, we found ourselves smiling more and more. At one point, I complimented her taste in music, and she almost blushed, we both knew the same indie rock bands – and who sang the leads in the early production of Cats.After the presentation the meeting ended. I had to go but. “Master,” she moaned, her voice breathy. Her eyes slid over to the naked woman beside me. She licked her lips. “And you must be my Master's mother. I'm Aurora, his sex slave!”“Oh, that's so wonderful,” my mom gushed. Then, to my surprise, she fell to her knees, her big tits heaving, and embraced Aurora. She made the sort of cooing, gushing sounds I imagined any mother would make the meeting her son's girlfriend.Or his sex slave, in this case.Then, to my shock, my mom kissed my sex slave. And it.