" "I know. But I don't make nearly enough now." Its enough for us mother" I said patting her hand.The sweet smell of batter brought me back. She was a...ready coming down the stairs. I scurried around putting everything on the table.I heard her walk to the living room and open the door. In a few seconds she appeared in the kitchen and sat down heavily on table.I smiled at her. My mother was 49 and her body had acquired matronly proportions you would expect from a woman her age. Her face was round. My cock was raging with desire at this and I wanted him to put his hand inside my trousers and give me a good grope. But I said nothing. He put his mouth over and whispered in my ear. "Wait until you get a cubicle next to the one I am in". So I nodded. he went into one and I waited until one came free beside him. I went in and sat down. he was peering through the glory-hole and when he saw it was me he put his cock through the hole. It was all shiny with pre-cum as he must have been wanking. . whatever this was... only enhanced my love for him.I convinced myself that this wasn't wrong!How could something wrong feel so right?I was making my son happy, which is the goal of every mother... every Mommy.I struggled to text him too.I love you too, son.Another text.I'm going to come in you Mommy.Another text:Just ride me a bit faster, Mommy.Another text:Please, Mommy! I wanted to make him happy.I wanted to get him off.I wanted to feel his cum shoot inside my pussy.So....I began riding him. The dome occupied the center of the room, hanging like an upside-down umbrella, only a few feet off the ground. While the railing was installed for spectators, it didn't fully encompass the dome, meaning anyone could simply walk up and touch it.While some might think that touching something known as the 'Ghost Machine' might be ill-advised, it seems you're there for precisely this reason. A special invitation from Emilia herself had been given to you, although you don't know the reason you were.