And every time I was embarrassed, but . . .” “But what?” “Aroused. Philip would reach under my skirt, even sitting right there on a bar stool,...where other people could see him do it, and feel me up, laugh at how wet I was. And make me lick his fingers.” Even I blushed to relate this, but Drake was absolutely riveted by the story. He’d even forgotten to try and hide his erection, and the front of his pants bulged in an appetizingly obscene way. “And he got more aggressive as time went on, a. With a smooth motion, the head of my cock slips past your lips and down your throat. I groan as I wrap a hand around your hair and hold you down onto my cock for a moment. I release my grip on your hair and you start to work your magic. Your lips, tongue, throat--all of it moving in the exact ways you know give me the most pleasure. Your goal is to get me to cum and to do it before I order you to stop.However, while you've been focused on your task at hand...or at mouth, you haven't been. That’s too much for my overexcited balls and I blow my load; covering one of Mom’s legs. I roll off and lie panting on the floor.Recovering, I can see Mom face and boobs are well flushed. Just like last night when she’d finished riding me. “Oh would you spank me Suzy. I’m a bad mother?” “Sorry I can’t. I can’t sit still under my own weight. So with you over my knees…… it would be too much.” Mom nods disappointingly. “I have an idea,” I brightly chip in. I take them both upstairs and drag a. “Time to see what we have here”, she said as she took my hand and walked me into the room. This was a suite. “Nice room” she commented. “No neighbors to disturb tonight, is my guess” she went on. “Now, Show me the goods”. I began to unbuckle my belt. “the shirt first, lets not get impatient”. I smiled and unbuttoned my shirt, tossing it onto the little coffee table and stepping out of my shoes (slip on, like any platinum traveler post 9-11). She was standing less than a foot from me, she ran.