When I got home I put my purchases into the drawers in the spare room. Becky was trying to watch me without being obvious. It was about dinnertime, bu... there was no sign of a meal of any sort. I changed into something more presentable and went out for a nice quiet dinner. I had time to think and I was enjoying it. Becky wasn't telling me what I should do, what I should order, and how I should eat. After dinner I sat at the bar and had a couple drinks. I chatted with a few people about politics. I kissed my way down her tummy to her slit which was already wet and on the verge of orgasm. She kept it trimmed nicely not shaved but real short and shaped. I went to work on her clit and reached up with my hands to play with her tits (which had gone through a bit of a growth period lately. They were approaching c-cup status) her nipples were rock hard as she wrapped her legs around my neck and her hands in my hair and began to grind, washing my face completely.“its your turn lover ” she said. .." she said a few minutes ago when she wasready to pull the wax using a strip.When I walked to Erica's car to go home I was as red as her vehicle. Inpain as a lobster that had just been boiled alive. Een sitting down inthe car proved to be painful."Two-hundred Euros to be tortured!" I said, almost screaming, as I triedto cover with my hands the areas of my skin that were hurting the most."Look at the bright side: you won't need to do it again for the rest ofthe holiday!" Erica tried to console. He looked around the room and was surprised to see a figure bent over. He looked more carefully and realized that the figure was his mom! To say he was stunned was an understatement.As he fought for a handle on the situation, he realized several things almost simultaneously. His mom was naked. She was secured to something that looked like a sawhorse. She had some kind of mask on, which covered her eyes and the top half of her head. The buzzing was coming from her pussy and the crack of her ass.