With his other hand he reached up and squeezed my cheeks till I opened my mouth. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and snaked around over my tongue. ...y head was spinning. Unable to think I copied what he did. Our tongues danced back and forth in our mouths. I felt a sharp sting as he pinched my nipple hard. After a few minutes he sat me up. As he went to the kitchen, I sat confused. I never did anything like this before. Not even a thought. Mr Smith called to me from the table. Come here and. We kept quite for a minute and then I got up from the couch and went on my knees in front of my son. He looked at me and he had no idea about what I had in my mind. “Did you enjoy last night with me?” I asked again just to make sure that he was comfortable with me. “Yes, Mom,” he replied. I looked down at his crotch and reached to undo his pants. “Um…” Paul didn’t have anything to say so he just put down the cup of ice-cream and helped me in taking off his pants. I took off his underwear too. I pulled back, I knew I shouldn’t have kissed him, and I was sure he was going to be upset. I couldn’t have been more wrong. His face softened into a smile and he pulled me close and kissed me back. I hesitated for a moment then realised I wanted this, I wanted him to kiss me. I gently touched his lips with my tongue and he opened his soft pink lips and allowed me to probe his mouth and tongue with mine before softly twisting his tongue around mine and into my mouth. It was a long, soft, tender. With me he had sent a variety of sweet fruits, spiced nuts and cheese. I kept these to the side, and laid out her towel and leather sandals. I then pulled out a small cube of soap and her favourite oils, given to me wordlessly this morning by her bath slave, Leoni. None of the household was happy with me. They knew as I knew, this would be my only chance to serve her perfectly and obtain her favour. I kept her change of clothes and robes, nearby as well. Finally I immersed a gourd of juice in.