I didn't realise that my mum was stood around the corner and she heard this. She looked really happy, but asked what I meant by 'taken'. I felt awkwar... but said that I love living with her and although she is my mum, I don't want a girlfriend because I will never love anyone the way I love her. Mum looked delighted and told me how important I am to her. It was so weird, mum and I were getting intimate, but it felt so natural. We left the party early in a taxi. We got home and I so desperately. By now I have juices trickling out of my pussy soaking my panties. Placing my hand over yours I begin to suck on your dick harder, taking it deeper into my mouth. Breathing deeply and moving my head back and forwards, I let your big cock slide in further towards my throat. You begin to thrust in time with my movements, as I relax into it each time your dick reaches my throat it pushes a little bit deeper. You're sliding in and out of my throat now and we can both feel the tightness of my throat. I don't know how." It is easy sweetie; I can show you in minutes."I wrestled with it. I just knew that as soon as I got close enough to it to get a good whiff I would barf and then I would not only not get a blow job, but Mary Ellen would be so disgusted with me that she would tell everybody and I'd end up a laughing stock. Still, it was a chance to get my first blow job so I took a deep breath and said:"Promise me you won't laugh at me?" I promise."Surprisingly it didn't bother me at all. In. Aunt Jen was in her mid forties and worked as a nurse, quite ordinarily but nice, although I think she had struggled financially since her husband died she was always very smartly dressed and always seemed to be wearing stockings I remember. Her and her husband had never had children and she now lived alone about five miles from us in a small terraced cottage in a village.It was at the end of a period of about 3 weeks that I had been off school with measles so there was much discussion about.