I said so. "You look really great. He'll love it I'm sure," I said.She ignored my words. "Last chance," she said. I smiled, okay it was a weak smile a... best, but I did smile, and shrugged. She turned on her heels—they were four inchers—and headed out.For the next six weeks, two times each week, Friday and Saturday nights, I got the same question: "Are you taking me dining and dancing, or do I have to have someone else take me? Your choice," she said. I did what I had decided I was always going. My Godmother, my favorite aunt, Linda, picked me up at the airport in her old piece of shit Cadillac. She was waiting at the curb at passenger pick up when I finally came out of baggage claim.“Oh my God, Kevin! You look wonderful!” she yelled. She looked wonderful too. At forty years old, she was the youngest of my mother’s sisters and probably the only family member that I was still on good terms with. She was perfectly middle aged, rocking the mom jeans and a vee neck shirt that perfectly. "It's her music." I already did."I swatted her on the butt, then headed for Mrs. Wayne's room.Toby was plugging his keyboard into the wall when I walked in. Peter was standing next to Mrs. Wayne's desk, shifting nervously."Relax," I ordered, then checked on Toby. He sat down and ran some scales, then nodded. I walked over and put my arm around Peter. "I realize nobody asked you the sixty-four thousand dollar question, can you sing? Don't sweat it. We'll just try this. It's the kind of song that. " She yelled and then she let out a loud, "Yesssss," as she shuddered in her orgasm. I kept moving my tongue through her climax until she released pressure on my head.I turned around as she recovered from her orgasm and lay next to her kissing her face lightly. "I hope you enjoyed that mom," I said quietly."Mmm-hmm," was all she could respond and we lay there quietly for a few minutes resting."Mike, that felt great," she finally spoke. "You really have some great oral skills." Thanks," I.