For the first time since Dad left, I could see she was ready to move on. She had a light in her eyes that I had never really seen before. It really wa...med my heart to see her so happy now. My feelings for my mother were far beyond lust. I had fallen in love with her. After dinner, we strolled down the Riverwalk. As we walked along, I took her hand in mine. She rested her head on my shoulder and talked about how beautiful the Riverwalk looked (those who've been there at Christmas time know what. You busty slut. You like that name don’t you? Proud of your big knockers, eh? Fucking whore. Dirty old slag. Do your c***dren know this is where the money for their birthdays and Christmas present comes from? Do you think they’d be pleased about it? Proud of their mummy working so hard to earn the money for all the things they want? Even if the work involves spending much of her day on her knees sucking strangers’ cocks and swallowing their spunk? Oh yes, I’m sure they’d be proud of their. Isn’t paying reparation money better than being enslaved?” I couldn’t argue with that, so I agreed. He said, “I can make you want to pay reparation’s anyway but in a different way.” Then he told me to finish painting the garage and come into the house when I was done. I was perplexed and gave him an odd and curious grin.He walked back into the house and I started to hope that my first thought would come true… “He wants to dominate me by making me suck his cock.” I had fantasized about this for. Kissing upwards from my balls to my shaft, I feel her lips touch every part of me. Her hand holding me steady and then her tongue takes over. Swirling, lapping, exploring. My head is wet now, a mixture of her tongue and my pre-cum.Opening my eyes, I watch her. She feels my eyes on her and looks up, our eyes connect and she takes that moment to guide my head into her mouth.Her lips close over me, tightly. I slide quickly down her tongue as she lowers her mouth and her nails drop to my balls. I.