“You’re going to like it, Michael.” Sofía’s eyes were laughing. She gave me a little hug. “You’ll see.” Her grin was wide. “I’m so ...appy you’re going to come this year.”When I arrived Friday afternoon I followed Mme Bertha’s directions and pulled into a side street a couple of blocks from the main plaza. I never discovered the exact relationship between Mme Bertha and the woman who greeted me at the door of a fairly nondescript house on the corner, but Mme Bertha’s instructions had been very. She wears minimal make up just some eye liner to show of those big eyes and some pastel coloured eye shadow. Lipstick only when going out. She was born here in Canada so she has no accent but her parents both have thick Italian voices.When we walked into the house it was silent. “maria!” Rick called out looking up the stairs as he put his bag down. He went up and checked and she was not there. He checked the back of the house and the yard before we heard voices down stairs. The house had. M. as normal Tuesday morning, showered, wanked, tea and toast and off to work. I still had not seen or spoken to mum since Sunday. That now brings us to where I started this story.I left the pub and headed home, picking up cod and chips on my way. I normally ate them as I walked and as usual was just finishing when I got home. I opened the front door and was immediately aware the television was on. I opened the lounge door and mum was sitting on the couch in her silk dressing gown. She looked. Her shit was forcing it's way to my throat. I had to use my tongue to move it in my mouth to make room for more. I started chewing and tried to swallow some of it. She realized that my mouth was full and she raised her ass up a little. The view was excellent. A turd was broken off with part of it still inside and keeping the hole spread. I swallowed some of it and pushed my tongue right into the part sticking out of her and back into her asshole. She sat back down and forced some more into my.