Mum and I avoided each other as we each took blame on ourselves. At times when I would give Mum a hug her eyes would immediately moisten and she would...break us apart. The only time we spoke was to do with the packing. Personal stuff went into four suitcases, furniture and bulky stuff went into boxes that would follow later.Night fell and accommodation was required, so we pulled up at a motel off the highway.A room was available but only with a double bed. Nothing was said but mother and I both. She pushed up against him as he claimed her mouth with his tongue. She pushed up into him, but he was controlling everything. He moved down her body and slipped a finger in to hook her panties, drawing them down slowly and purposefully.He brought himself up to her, teasing her, pushing slightly and withdrawing. Her back arched and he thrust himself into her. She let out another moan and pushed back against him. He raised her leg and flipped her over onto her stomach. She raised up her bottom,. “Your wish is my command, Squirt!” I answered, reaching with my hand behind her neck and pulling her in for another kiss.“Mmmmm!” she moaned and sighed. “Oh, and one more detail. You have to lick me to orgasm after each fuck.”“Jesus, Squirt, you weren’t kidding about passing out! Either from pleasure or exhaustion, it’s going to happen.”“Why are we standing here?” she said, crossing her arms and tapping her foot.I scooped her into my arms and carried her down the hallway, turning past our rooms. Simon felt Mrs Benson's heart thundering in his ear as helay contentedly with his head against her chest and her breast betweenhis lips. He was too content and happy to wonder why she seemed sotired. Eventually he watched Dorie Lou's eyes close softly as she fell asleepwith her mother's nipple still firmly lodged in her mouth. Simon studiedDorie Lou's long thick eyelashes as they settled on her cheeks.'I wish I could have lovely eyelashes like hers,' he thought.With this last thought, Simon.