He usually called a halt by bellowing: "Slow down my little beauty or I'll come all over the Spode china!" As a bedtime treat, I would let my master h...ve his wicked way with my sweet bum hole, encouraging him to pull out at the last moment and spray my cheeks with his spunk (an act which he quaintly referred to as 'glazed bottom'). This he would often lick off, before giving my hole a nice tonguing before bedtime. I slept alone and undisturbed in a cosy attic bedroom.Things were going well for. "It sure feels like it," she said as she rubbed herself against my hard cock, her hips rocking back and forth."Let me suck for a bit... stand up," she growled.We both stood and I yanked my t-shirt, jeans and boxers off in a flash. She was on her knees as I straightened up and my throbbing boner hit her in the face. She grabbed it with one hand and held it in front of her eyes."I"m going to call you little BIG man from now on," she giggled, "That's a big cock, baby brother."She pushed her mouth. Tim and I don’t think you’re prepared to do this. We don’t think you should.”Mom looked up at me. She studied me, tears still going down her cheeks. “You don’t think I can?”“Mom, it has nothing to do with ‘what you can’ do. It’s not a competition. Tell me, right now, what you are feeling about tonight. And, please, be very honest. This is important, mom.”She wiped her eyes, reached for my hand, and looked at me. And looked. Then she diverted her eyes but still didn’t respond. I just waited,. My wife would watch on and tell me I was a good boy afterwards exacerbating my sense of awkwardness and humiliation. One Tuesday Geoff had come round as usual. He normally arrived about 10.30am and left after lunch about 2.30pm. On this day I had to leave to catch a train for a meeting in London about 12.30pm. As usual I performed my hosting and fluffing duties before Geoff took my mistress upstairs. Around 12pm I dressed into my suit and prepared to leave. My mistress had allowed me.