When I was done eating and she was done talking she said there was one other thing I could do for her ... if I wished. She slipped her garment off her...shoulders and lifted her breasts, offering them. “Dessert?” she asked, like she needed a reason.“Thank you aunt mother,” I said as I slid to my knees before her chair and gave her breasts the nibbles and kisses she liked so much when we were together. She clasped me, tight but not to tight, to her chest. This was part of our bond, the oldest. She was made of stern stuff than to refuse, and she also felt honour bound to have the expected painful experience, for the husband she so dearly loved.After checking in at the hotel, (well ok boarding house in reality) they made ready for her ordeal and at the appointed hour they found themselves in front of the little shop, in a dark little backstreet At that time tattoos were for sailors, (and you don’t get a lot of them in York believe me,) or the navies of this world, the hard men, the. “Do you want it?” she cooed.“Yes,” I rasped, hardly able to speak.“I don’t just mean now. Do you want it enough to stay home?” Ma demanded.“Yeah, definitely. I told you already.”My hand started stroking my cock. I had to do something because it was aching to be touched. Ma turned around. She pulled the slip up her body and peeled it over her head and arms, then tossed it onto the floor, shocking me with a never-seen-before disrespect for good clothes. Ma twisted her body before me like some. She tells me she was an immature woman who didn’t know any better. She also says anyone who knows me realizes I am a good kid. Still, I go to sleep with the image of my mother in my head. It is crisp and clear. My mom is a pretty woman with short black hair and a nice smile. She also realizes she made a mistake leaving me. Of course, these wishes are just that. Two months later, Diane tells me we are moving to a new city. She has changed jobs and is confident we will like our new home. When we.