The proper word is Mommy." She resumed bouncing on his prick. "The snooze button is now my belly button, so don't stop with your finger - or anything ...lse you might want to put up there."Alan laughed at her concern that he would misinterpret her desires and not anally finger her again. "Mom, oops, Mommy, sorry about the Mom thing, but I am just waking up. It's a bit, uh ... surprising to wake up this way, to say the least! Anyways, it seems kind of weird and naughty for an eighteen year old son. She said she was going to miss us, but knew we were going to have a great trip.I gave Glenda a hug and said, "Glenda, remember that you have a computer on the internet now and can e-mail any time you wish. In an emergency you can even call us on the satellite phone. We'll send you pictures of the trip as we go, and you can send us pictures of anything interesting here." It's still going to be lonely without my morning coffee buddy," Glenda said. "We all miss you guys when you're gone because. The kiss, I mean." he stumbles out and slaps his forehead at how much of a dufus he must sound like."May I make a request, Master?" Gage finally notices how she calls him Master, and not Gage like earlier."Sure." he answers a little shaky."Would you mind if we went out tonight? To like a dance club or something? If you haven't made your decision by then." she asks straightening the crumpled dirty towel on the rack. She smiles at how he had cleaned, or tried. She snaps softly and the rack. Her chest was rising slowly up and down and with each breath in and out her boobs followed its methodic rhythm. I had to see what else was underneath. I gently pulled the comforter off her prone body and marvelled at the rest of her figure. I was shocked to see that my mom did not wear panties, at least to bed as her dark bush was easily visible through her nightgown. The nightgown only went down to her upper thighs so I had a perfect view of my mother's well shaped legs. Damn what a fine job.