She confirmed whether this was my profession and hoped that this is not paid sex. She didn’t want a professional gigolo or something. I assured her ...bout it and replied saying that we can meet at a coffee shop. She did not agree as she could not leave her child alone. I said that it would be difficult then. She replied saying that there is a solution for everything. This sent a tingle down my spine and I expected something extraordinary. She replied asking me whether I was able to come to her. In fact I'd like to watch you." I gasped as she said those last few words. By now, I was beyond a certain point of arousal and felt the undeniable urge to let go."Yes... yes... I need to come..." I forced the words out as my mother began wanking my cock fully now, no more washing games or teasing. I gripped the sides of the bath and felt my legs turning to jelly as her hand pumped up and down on my swollen cock. I looked down at her full soft breasts swinging freely under her top and the look. It was turning her on, she was squeezing her boobs herself and she was trying to push her nipple to my mouth, it was fun seeing her face desperate to get sucked, then she gave in, she started to beg, please suck it, please. Awwww now suck it.I held her nipple with my hands and pinched it so hard, she screamed so loud that I think even our neighbors could have heard it. Then sucked her nipple it was hard, big and pointy, I squeezing her boobs and was sucking her nipples, then I moved down, she. I started the patter as I filled out the registration, asking her about where she was from and such. She was attending a small private college in town. She was from another small, old historic Southern town two hundred miles north which hinted at old southern family. I asked her about school, what she was studying, what she enjoyed. We were getting along famously. The smile was growing bigger, perfect white teeth, the eye lashes were batting, the hair was flipping. Finally I asked her if there.