Her gorgeous boobs were nicely highlighted by the way they pushed out the neckline of the nightie.“And you also think that she might have bought suc... an item purely for the enjoyment of any male companions, of whom in the past you have been one?”That argument was probably also true, but I reckoned I could get her on the logic.“Isn’t that the reason that you bought yours, to pander to my kinky tastes?”“No it bloody well isn’t! I bought it for me!”That didn’t entirely make sense.“You did?”“Yes, I. ”“Things seem to be different now.”I nodded, “A bit. I suppose I’ve changed.”“You have. Just enough to be more interesting to the opposite sex, but not enough to lose sight of who you are.”“Speaking of the ‘opposite sex’,” I said, “I’m going out with Tasha after Vespers on Wednesday.”“When are you going back, Mikey?”“Sunday afternoon. I have to work Monday morning.”“I’m glad you’re home.”“Me, too.”December 23, 1981, West Monroe, Ohio“Where are you two going?” Deacon Vasily asked.“The usual. After pressing them for a while, I took my mouth near the breasts and put her nipple in my mouth. My mouth felt so warm, and it felt so fluffy. I continued to suck on her boobs, moving from left to right randomly. I noticed, and I could feel, she was breathing heavily. She was enjoying it too. So, I went ahead and asked, ‘Maa, are you liking it’Mom: ‘Yes my beta, I love it my son. Hmmmmmmm’Me: ‘Ohhh mom, you have got the best boobs in the world maa. I just want to suck them, lick them, press. She wasn't terribly concerned about getting herself off, but she did want to keep her fires banked. No, this was for Mark, strictly for his pleasure, his enjoyment. There would be times when she would expect similar treatment, but now was not the time. Helen sucked on her son's cock for a few more minutes, but she felt her knees starting to get sore, and she had an idea of how she could really give Mark a treat. She stood up and pulled Mark up from the chair. She gave him a deep kiss, and Mark.