It was difficult, though, to tell if these were the cries of a young, teen boy helplessly lying there as his salacious, sexual mother carefully led hi... to another powerful orgasm, or a young man watching his woman satisfy herself on his thick cock. I loved both scenarios, but as much as I adored pleasuring my son and showing him how a girl should be treating him, I loved the idea of being his woman more. I wanted it. It felt so fulfilling to pleasure him and the way he looked at me afterward. I couldn’t help laughing at his poor acting skills, but no one seemed to take notice of his bad attempt at courtesy. “Welcome back, Lady. If you would please follow me. My assistant has arranged your quarters to the best of his skills.” His voice was way too loud for casual conversation. I laughed again, this time at his concealed complaint. I knew, with me gone for a few days, his tower would be a complete mess. A smaller boy came over to us and offered to carry my travel chest for a few. The scanners were having problems penetrating the thick snow, and so the ghostly, orange line drawing of the ground that was scrolling across her HUD was patchy and incomplete.Just when she thought she might have to fire her main engines and head back to space, she saw it, a geometric blob on her display that could only be a man-made structure. She angled her dropship towards it and began her descent.Schaffer was jolted awake by the sound of engines, the storm was in full swing and the pack was. He was beginning to lose hope that the person he was expecting would show up, and he lowered his head in quiet resignation.The bartender knew this man well, because he was a regular customer at the bar. Sensing the man's growing sadness, he slowly approached him. "What's wrong, Carl? Your date stand you up again?"Carl looked up from the table. "Yes!" he said with a frustrated tone. "Girls keep doing this to me. And it's starting to piss me off."The bartender attempted to console him. "I know, I.