And to be honest I really didn’t mind going to a club with my mom as no one would know.She came out of the bathroom that evening in an amazing outfi.... She had on a skirt that was just above her knee and a top that showed off her huge rack and cleavage very well.“You don’t think it’s too…….over the top?”“What do you mean mom?”“Well, too slutty?”“No way mom. In fact I think you look great”“Aw thanks baby”Like I said, I kind of new my mom was hoping for some sex from the trip. My mom and I had. I’d spent the evening before at a friend’s house for dinner and, a bit like Vee on the Friday, I’d had a drop too much and was not feeling great when I woke up. My cat, Balou, (Cat Balou was Dad’s favourite film) bit my shoulder, he often did this when I was late up. I told him to piss off but then the phone started to ring so I answered it, not, I have to say, in the most graceful manner. ‘Just wanted to thank you for getting me home.’ It was Vee. ‘No problem.’ ‘You don’t seem awfully pleased. I'm pressed up hard behind you now, and my jeans and zipper are pressing against your bare bottom, the demin against your delicate skin feels rough, but my hand reaches round your waist and takes its place back on your cunt, better access now, I can move better, faster and firmer, "Too rough!" you chide, and I remember I'm not stroking my hard cock, I’m supposed to be gently exploring you, you're more sensitive, more swollen, a lighter touch is required and I don't complain as your hand joins. I smiled and then I slipped my lips over the end of his cock. I slowly and methodically worked my way down his shaft, breathing through my nose to avoid a gag reflex and using my fingers to massage his tool. As I did, Tim held on to my head, gripping the hair on my head. He had a musty, but pleasant smell. His pubic hair was jet back and closely cropped. I liked that. His underwear fell to his knees and joined his trousers in a heap on the floor next to my cubicle desk. I slipped my fingers on.