Eventually he moved, slowly, purposefully, until he was stood near to my head. He paused to look at me, sensually moving his hand over my body, paying...close attention to my lower back – which he knows is my weakness. His fingers drew lazy patterns, my skin tingling under them. My breath caught as he moved his hand around over my ribs and up to my breasts, circling my nipples. The tingling sensation grew, until I was moaning through my makeshift gag, I shuddered as he pinched my nipples, it. That is your mother you're fantasizing about and a son shouldn't be thinking those kinds of thoughts about his mother. It would probably make you go blind or something. But, he had to admit, she was a beautiful, sexy woman. The prettiest mom on the block.She sure didn't look thirty-eight, he thought. She didn't look a day over thirty-four or thirty-five. If she was as wild in bed as she was on the dance floor, his father must have a hard time keeping up with her, he grinned as he watched her. I noticed her nipples standing up and could tell she liked what she was hearing. I came out and asked her if she thought she could actually have sex with one of my friends. I was shocked when she didn't get upset, in fact she looked at me dead in the eyes and asked which one? I said well you pick, who cock would you like to have first? She licked them rim of her glass and said I'll have to give that some thought then she changed the subject. I noticed her nipples remained hard the rest of the. I know, I could have stayed at home, and teleported back and forth daily, but I enjoyed the feel and flavor of England. Just being there was exciting for me. I was also worried that too much teleporting might reveal me to someone; particularly, a 'governmental' someone.The next several days were packed. I traveled to the schools that Avery-Smythe attended as a young man, and watched him there. He was definitely an intense student. I was surprised at some of the things he'd studied in.