Looking into her eyes. Her hands slowly moved from her sides to my hips. “Oh Jennifer, please" she murmured.“I want you mom, I know you want me to..., just say it.”I placed my hands on top of hers and guided them to my ass and then took mine away. At first hers didn't move. Then they slowly moved over my firm buttocks. “We are going to have so much fun" I purred “I love you so much. You looked so good stuffed full of cock.”My mom groaned at my crude use of language and her hands squeezed my ass.. Dinner was Italian. Ziti Carbonara, it was -- another high-calorie main course that seemed to me to be an alarming challenge to Lucy's weight-control campaign.But I had to admit the woman seemed to know what she was doing. She'd already warned me that she loved good food, and plenty of it. It was a part of her life that hadn't changed all that much, she said. I could only imagine what an intense exercise regime was required, to make such pleasure-eating possible. I was no stranger to exercise. I decided to get back in the game as I found doing meets thrilling as along as the person is right and agreeable. I was 28 at the time when this happened.I stumbled across the personnel's section here on JC looking for anything which matched my criteria, I didn't find much however one ad stood out regarding a mid-week hotel meet in Central London. The host was in town every few weeks on business and was holding wank meets in his hotel room and encouraging more than one person to come along to. I thanked him, but said I would be all right, as I had lived there for over 100 years without any guards. Somehow, I thought I would do as well without any guards, this time.As the day drew to a close, the first of my new clothing was ready. They had done a very good job. I marveled at the speed of their work. It was all hand-stitched. How on earth had they managed this?The pants and shirt fit well. There was a device over my right breast. It was of a Dragon. I was told that the boots would.