But I found it extremely erecting to feel the warm and semi liquid paste being vomited over my penis. Mum smiled at me and I could see the heat in her...eyes. Since I had discovered that many things about mum I tried not to be astonished about what I just had seen her doing right there between my legs. Mum handed me the bowl. “Now prove what kind of a slave son you are, baby” she said and started licking the rest of her gastric crap from my cock. Between two licks she said:”Now don’t you get it?. [Oh, I am so horny right now,] he thought at her. [I’ve wanted him for weeks. And I want him *now*.] She didn’t even try to meet his eyes any more. Her gaze was firmly planted on his groin, focused on it like a laser. [I want that hot man meat inside me.] Her face flushed just slightly. Her lips parted, chest heaving just a little. [There is no way that he’d refuse me,] Alan sent the thought. [Look how hot is for me. If I make a move now, he’d jump out of his pants. We could use the Mother’s. "My name is..." I know what your name is," I cut her off with a dismissive wave of my hand. "The more relevant question is, 'Why are you here?'" I thought that would be obvious," she replied in a still calm but mildly sarcastic voice. "I want to be tested." You're not a Pristine." It was a statement my still shocked at being disturbed brain naively assumed would end the discussion. Unfortunately, she wouldn't give up that easily."And what does that mater?" Claire replied with more than a bit of. She was yearning to go back to being my aide and director of education. I said she could tell folks that I’d be back in January. I also told her that my new abode was going to be within walking distance of the Museum. We also spoke about my thoughts on displays and exhibits, especially about rivers.Towards the end of November I spent an entire weekend organizing books in the bedroom – that seemed the easiest: Australian fiction, sci-fi, mysteries were the main genres and each was in rough.