What’s wrong, honey?” her brow furrowed, and genuine concern played across her face.She’s shorter than I am, actually, she’s tiny. I suppose ...he’s about the size one would expect from a professional ballet dancer turned teacher.“Fuck… I don’t know…” she let the F word slide. Well, after waving her wooden spoon at me like a magic wand. I ducked beneath it, narrowly avoiding it’s magical wave.“I know you want to talk about it, I’m your mom, I know these things…” I sighed, she was right, I really. He wanted to pack them all as he was not sure of how many would be needed. A half a dozen of the sexiest nightgowns he owned were folded and added to the suitcase. Some were full length and the others were short. Then came the silky robes to match the nighties. The last items were shoes, all were high heels and all were black. Just handling the silky garments began to work their magic and he became excited and was forced to stop and take a break. He covered his trim naked body with a short. But something unusual happened a few weeks ago……As usual I was preparing to go to my friend’s house. I thought to phone him up and ask, at what time should I come? His mother picked up the phone. I said:“Hello, how are you today? Is Tommy home?” A soft voice replied:“Yes of course. When are you coming?”“I was just about to leave. See you!” I hung up the phone.I reached the house in about 15 minutes, parked my cycle beside the garden fence and rang the bell. She opened the door. I, a bit nervous. I looked at her and she was looking at me as I pushed my cock in her mouth. She moaned and clamped her lips on my dick as I fucked in and out of her mouth. She was moaning but then even louder as I grabbed her head and pushed my cock in until she started to gag. In minutes I was using her mouth as a pussy and I could see the tears running down her cheeks as I openly fucked her face."Ahhhh! Oh Daddy! Make me slut Daddy! Make me a good slut!" She screamed as I pulled out of her mouthI noticed.