Finally, I said, "I wish we could do this every Christmas, Mom."Mom purred happily and replied, "Sounds wonderful to me. I'll see what I can do." We c...rled up together and Mom began to softly snore. I held her for what seemed hours in my arms, looking down at the most beautiful woman I have ever known, marveling that this voluptuous, black haired woman, my mother was now my lover. Mom was smiling in her sleep, an angelic smile of one who is perfectly content. Finally, I drifted off to sleep as. She kissed her way down my neck and across my upper chest. Then I watched as she circled and circled my nipples with her tongue until finally she opened her lips and sucked my nipple deeply into her mouth. I moaned loudly and my body shuttered as she gripped my other nipple with her fingernails. I love having my nipples teased and she was masterful at it. She suddenly relented on my nipples and was again sliding down my body kissing her way down my tummy. With a steady pace, she kissed lower. She looked up at him, her pale alabaster skin, taking on a reddish hue as she blushed, she was holding a gear-shift knob, in the shape of a mans cock-head, it even had a slit like the real thing, and to show she was not shocked she smiled, and touched its slit with her delicate long fingertip, deliberately watching his as he watcher her toy with it.'Let me get this right' she asked him quietly, 'You want me to put this inside me', her throat was dry as she spoke and nervously glanced around. Sometimes, to tell the truth, it meant holding one’s nose and issuing the visa.I probably shouldn’t talk about it, but now and then there were happier cases or at least ones that were easier to approve. Usually they involved beautiful women. “Gene pool” visas, we called them.Not this kid. Jackass. I mean, how stupid do you have to be to include the employment letter, the one that tells you to apply for a visitor visa “and avoid the hassle” of a work visa, in with your application and passport.I.