Then he instructed me. “Go down as far as you can and use your tongue on the underside of my cock as you suck.”I did as he asked and occasionally ... would gag as I went too deep. He didn’t seem to be bothered by my gaging in fact soon after the first couple of retches he grabbed my ears and began fucking up into my face. That sure felt weird as each time the tip of his dick entered my throat. Each stroke going deeper and deeper until my nose was buried in his pubic hair.By now he was slamming. Thanks mom." She came forward and the two of them hugged.It was at that moment that I read something in my Masters mind. It was the feel of her large soft breasts against his chest and her covered skin beneath his hands. So I did my duty and Melony, my Masters mother, did not break off the hug. In fact, she kissed his neck several times gently while her grasp firmed.Again, I realized my Master needed a little persuasion. Melony reached out and took her son's hand and moved it from her back down. I sat in the chair and closed my eyes, drinking in the ambience of the room and the house.When I opened my eyes several seconds later, there were tears in them, although I was happy and smiling. All the misgivings I had about being Lucky Jim III had disappeared in those few seconds. I still felt awed by what my two namesakes had accomplished. But I also knew that whether I accomplished as much as they did or not, whatever I accomplished would help people. Lucky Jim II’s grandson, Jim III, gave. And in this case we’ll be with lots of other people so I don’t think it will be a problem,’ she stated. As usual Wendy got her own way. I just couldn’t resist her.Wendy applied some make-up on me, rouge on my cheeks, freckles, eye shadow and lipstick which she also applied to herself. She also fitted me with one of her theatrical wigs. Then she started to dress herself in her costume. On went her blouse and tie. Stockings and suspenders, gymslip and, finally, her navy blue school knickers..