"So, where would you like to do the report? Here, your place or mine?"My mind went blank for a minute. I had a dorm and a room mate so that wouldn't w...rk, and here wouldn't help because of the noise...so that just left..."Your place would be good. If you're folks down mind, that is?" Oh I live alone in a place I'm renting."That was perfect. We agreed and decided to meet at five o' clock at her place.Later that day, I was ringing the bell of her door. It was a nice little two story house, and to. All was still good so, when the clock hit 9 p.m., I left the motel room. I parked sort of near the center of the parking lot so I had a fair chance to make it to the car if I had to run for the door and made sure it was facing towards the road so I had a slightly better chance in the even more unlikely event I did make it. A minute or two later I was walking through the front door of the Blue Velvet. ********** I had a bit of trouble getting in. Two biker type gatekeepers recognized me as. After a couple of years of her teachings, mom took me into daddy’s man-cave and showed me her ‘workshop’. She had hidden it behind the foundation wall and the only way to get to it was to cast a spell to open the portal. Her chambers are filled with parchments, old tomes filled with spells or history, and items of power. She explained to me that our family has been practicing magic for centuries and that she had writings from before the 1500s. Michael did nothing with magic at all. He was a. 4) Most importantly - the woman I believed to be my mother has become overwhelmingly in need of my cum. 5) I fucked her. 6) I loved it. My mom was waiting for me back in the living room. We had just finished having sex there, and though I knew it was a mind-blowing experience, it was also bordering on traumatizing. I wished I could get back into the mindset I was in when I was on top of her, making love to her. I wished I could just be into it. I was fucking a gorgeous woman whom I loved to no.