She is very fair and has long hair. Her figure is something like 34c-30-36 and I am her only son. I am 22 and she is 41. I have always looked upon her...as my mother but today, being alone in a room with a single bed in a strange city, I was aware of her as a woman. Since she didn’t have any inkling of what I was feeling, she was changing as usual. Her back was towards me and as the TV was on the other side she thought my back was towards her too. But I was watching her as she was changing. She. .. and she looked at him once, with an empty stare that made his heart ache, but then she looked away, out the window at a nothingness a million miles away. And she let him hold her hand, even now, but it was slack and would fall away the moment he let go.So he knew nothing of this place, or this man before him, or what would happen next.But he knew he wasn't letting go.There was a rustle and a thump from behind the man, and a girl stood up. "Chester, who's she?" The girl couldn't have been. I mouthed and tongued his gorgeous hole and loved doing it. When Marc turned back around, my face was covered in my own saliva. He grabbed the back of my head and slapped his hard cock against my lips before forcing it in, hitting the back of my throat. I tried to relax as he thrust himself into mouth and slowly started to accept him down my throat. The feeling was incredible. Such a wonderful, full feeling and the excitement of being used for his pleasure. My cock was slick with my own pre cum. I remember it was a public school. The teaching methods were totally different.And where we had just started in on sentence structure at my old school, this school was way ahead in the book.I know I never did quite catch on to all the verb structures and nouns and predicates.Wow! I might have blocked some of this nonsense out also. I'm laughing because I know I could write a sentence; just don't ask me to point out the assisting verb or whatever it is called. Sorry, I am still chuckling about.