I made up my mind, that I would not do anything sexual with her that night. I just felt that having sex with her that night would in a way have ruined...the genuine mental connection that we had. A few hours later I called a cab for her, and when the cab showed up, I gave her a gentle kiss on her lips and wished her a good night. We stayed in touch through occasional emails and text messages, talking about casual events in our lives. It stayed that way for a about three months. After that, we. "You like my cock, Mother?" Robbie asked, a viciously wicked tone to his voice."No! Robbie this is so wrong" Jennifer protested, but her gaze never wavered from her son's crotch."Fine, Mother!" Robbie growled back. "I'll take Grandma any day over your frigid cunt!" No! Robbie..." she wailed, but before she could stop him Jillian appeared before her, naked and kneeling beside her."Why is it that you insist on passing up every delicious opportunity offered to you?" her mother said, not really. " just like old times said julie, this is how we first met, well you know what i mean, i gave her a slap across the arse for being cheeky , ooh yes please purred julie, i had already fixed to the legs of the sofa two ropes, one at each end, these i tied julie too so here she was bent over the back of sofa with her shoulders resting on the sofa leaving the rest of her body accessible , like the first time i tapped julie's ankles on the inside as if to say spread your legs wider , she duly. I could see tears running down her cheeks as she pressed out all the content of her gastric. But I found it extremely erecting to feel the warm and semi liquid paste being vomited over my penis. Mum smiled at me and I could see the heat in her eyes. Since I had discovered that many things about mum I tried not to be astonished about what I just had seen her doing right there between my legs. Mum handed me the bowl. “Now prove what kind of a slave son you are, baby” she said and started licking.