Their room door was shut but realising her situation if she wasn’t k**ding me, meant she could not answer the door I boldly pushed it open and found...true to her word that she was lying on her bed her hands bound lightly to the bedrail, a gag in her mouth and her eyes blindfolded. She was in a thin nightdress and goose bumps showed she was feeling cold. A note by her head proclaimed: A happy birthday Peter I am all yours you may cut the clothing from me its old. My mouth fell open as I. I stirred my tongue deep inside her belly-flower. Her entire torso writhed, “Uuuuuui maaaaaaa hah yeeeees honey.”My fifty year old mother was whirling like fish in my tight grip and I held her firm unleashing my lust for her hot spot. She buried my face in her soft white belly that was without a single blemish marred. I was tampering her belly brutally stamping my teeth marks everywhere. Her navel glistened with my saliva and my eyes caught that jutting abundance in her blouse. I made my mother. I still dont understand those feelings.. I was in a relationship and very happy, I was soon be be a dad, in a great job, super fit and loving life... she was a pampered little girl, clearly daddy's princess, a dreamer, a typical college student.Yet we became friends, and at a great cost to myself. I started to drift away from my current realtionship, started chatting to her instead of working, sacrificied my own time to be her friend when she needed a shoulder, or needed help her personal. She laughs at her silliness.Both still calm themselves from the fun in the state park. They pass into Tennessee and within minutes they are in Chattanooga. It is now a little after three p.m., and Donald plans this to be their first-night stop; he booked a very special room for them for tonight.They drive along the curve in the Tennessee River and into more of the downtown district. Donald pulls the Navigator into the front of the MacArthur Train Station Hotel. He indicates which bags will.