Thankfully, he doesn’t make conversation. I want to lay down on a soft bed, naked, and relax. The flight was brutal. The anticipation of getting her... had been maddening. Frankly, I’d worked even harder than usual in November to feel like I deserved the month of December to myself. But first, the package. Bags on the bed, a tip discreetly given, and finally, I’m alone. Curiosity gets the better of me. I rip open the paper wrapping and gasp. A purple cute little vibrator. What has Michael sent. Who would be calling me at this hour? I looked at theclock. It read Five AM. I pick up the receiver and answer with a half asleeptone in my voice.?Hello???Slave I want you prepared for my return. Do I make myselfclear?? ?Yes Master.? I reply. Now fully awake.?Good.? He says and hangs up. I could not have gone back to sleep if I wanted to. The tonein Master?s voice had been very harsh. He did not sound happy at all. Iwondered if I had angered him somehow. But he had been away for two weeksTaking. Then she said to me, "Come on, Johnny. You're first."She reached out her hand, and as if in a trance, I found myself being drawn between her outspread thighs. Mom reached down and pried my hard cock out of my shorts. Then she stroked me a few times, making it swell up harder yet. God, what a feeling to have my mother's hand tugging on my engorged cock and drawing it closer to her awaiting gaping pussy.Mom pressed my young prick against her damp pussy lips and said, "Come on, honey, push it. “Could you just sort of lean over so that your right boob is pressing against my left arm?” “You mean like this?”It’s a supermarket, but we are lost in each other’s eyes, we have no idea if anyone is watching us and we really don’t care. You whisper into my ear “is there anything else master?” “Put your hand on my left thigh” My dick is so hard that the shaft has traveled across my thigh and your hand lands on it instinctively. “I’m so hard” You say “I’m so wet, I’m sticking.