I had her over for dinner at least twice a week.She reciprocated. It was like the old days, when it had been just thetwo of us. Mama always knew how t...o make me feel better about myself,the person I wanted to be.That long, hellacious 33-day torment ended on a Friday evening. Mamahad picked D'Arcy up early that morning, but even then she wasn't readyto see me. Instead, they went directly to the salon so my lover couldindulge herself in a "Day of Beauty". I had gone to the office, but hadbeen. Under her purple Saturn nightdress, I could see the shape of her perfectly proportioned hips and booty sticking out from behind her bobbing head. Reaching down, I grasped my Mothers pleasantly swaying breasts, all-natural and yet so large and perky, a perfect thirty-eight double D. Her tongue had made its way to my knob and was tracing circles around the edge, cleaning the night's smegma out when I began to get impatient. "Suck it, Whore" I ordered. "Yes, Master," my Mother responded, beginning. I described the incident in the motel in detail to her, and I could see her breathing becoming rapid as I did. "Did cumming on her slip feel good to you?", and, "What did you do after that?", she asked. I described peeking at Lorene every chance I got, and masturbating with her lingerie. "And all of that led to the mutual masturbation you share now.....", she said. Again, I nodded an affirmation. "I find all of this most interesting and sensual, Trev", she said. Seizing the moment, I asked,. Sara’s thighs were slapping against Jack’s and she was bouncing up and down on him faster. I started rubbing my clitoris, matching my speed with theirs. “I’m cumming Mr. Williams,” I heard Sara announced. “Quiet,” Jack said. “Do you want Christa to hear us?” he asked, even though he knew that I knew what was going on, I had, after all, brought her here for him tonight. But Sara didn’t know that Jack had planned this, and I imagine she possibly would have been sickened that I had prostituted.