"I love that."Then her lips found mine, and they were soft and wine flavored, her tongue flicking my mouth open and finding its way inside. I had goos...bumps all over. We French kissed, and I could feel her take control of me. She pushed me down and her mouth found my ample breasts, sucking on them, driving me mad with desire. Her fingers found my pussy, and opened its folds like a rose. She kissed my belly button, my neck, the insides of my thighs, and I was already cumming before her mouth was. "Thank you. It deem it an honour to be at your service." It was the standard answer but I suddenly thought of it as being true. After being a whore to men and women every night for nearly three weeks, my forced abstinence left me with a feeling of being left out.He sent for me around eight o'clock which was earlier than normal and immediately gave me a good, very enjoyable fucking without putting any pressure on my breasts except a couple of times by accident. He apologised each time. I was. “This is amazing,” panted Kenneth. “You’re the best, Mom.”“It’s Mrs. Taylor,” I said. “Now, what year did Napoleon invade Russia.?”“1812!” Kenneth shouted a fraction of a second before the other boys yelled out the answer.I was so glad it was my son who got it right. I thrust out the leash towards him and said, “I’m yours. I’m yours until you cum. Then the next boy gets to answer a question.”“Holy shit,” he said, grabbing my leash in a trembling hand. He stood up, his. Mom, it was the biggest turn on of my life.I want to make a confession. I still very horny for your beautiful wet pussy.Since coming back home, I’ve been thinking about your juicy wet pussy all the time. And I keep wanking myself silly thinking about licking you down there. I know I’m a bad boy for thinking about mommy’s pussy in the way I do. Trouble is, you are a very sexy mum and that’s why I get hard thinking about you. And although we both know its wrong, I think the idea turns you on.