There was a jagged mark beneath her collarbone. There was a crescent shaped scar that I somehow knew was from a broken bottle. Bar room brawl or sadis...ic lover, the scar had a story all it's own, I was sure. I wasn't sure if it was better than the story that accompanied the bruises on her wrists. It looked as if she was just recovering from a nasty rope burn. There was another variety of burn on her shoulder-blade. As she'd slid out of her coat, baring her shoulders earlier, I'd noticed what. “Nice” she added before swallowing a couple of inches.She sucked those couple of inches expertly before sliding me a little deeper, with her hand now cupping my bloated balls.After a minute or so she released my cock from her oral cave saying “I’m sorry but I can’t deep throat like mummy can ... I’ve tried but I just can’t”.Still holding me in her soft hand, and gently milking it she said to my surprise “I want you to cum in my mouth ... It’ll make you last longer when you fuck me”.I must have. He reached up and grab the satin ties on the corset and with one pull everything fell to the sides. He heard her breath catch and felt her body shiver as his free hand began to squeeze one of her breasts and pinch its nipple. Leaning down he took the other nipple between his lips and sucked it in, licking roughly and nipping it with his teeth. Again he feel her body respond and he take great delight in teasing her. Then his hand sliped downward and into her panties. His fingers glided over. The blouse was tucked into the belt of the skirt tightly, so that her curves were on display. Further down, mothers full shapely calves were encased in white sheer nylons.All in all - the dress code that I had come to expect from my parent yet one that I had never really looked upon before this moment.Mother had been watching me looking at her, and was bitting the bottom of her lip while still standing at attention. I also noticed, for the first time, that her hardened nipples were pressing.