The door to his room wasn’t locked; none of us bothered with that. Ray had left his laptop on the table in his room. A rucksack was pushed under the...bed. I pulled it out. ?And that was when I knew I was right.?The evidence was pretty incontrovertible. Hanks of rope, rolls of tape, some stips of thick black cloth.? Even one of those ball things threaded on a strap that’s supposed to be used as a gag. There was some other stuff in there too, thin latex gloves, a ski mask, and a knife; a very big. "Yes Ma'am, what can I do for you?" I asked."I have your travel arrangements set," she said."Oh good, when do I leave?" I asked."Ten in the morning your time from Tryon International Airport. You will fly to New York. You have a layover of approximately eight hours there. You fly out of of JFK at 8pm for London. You will be met New York for a briefing. Your tickets are being held at the counter at Tryon International Airport." She said it all very businesslike. There were no pleasantries at. He would refuse her nothing as he was now desperately in love with his own mother.It was quite obvious that her son wanted to go all the way with her; he wanted to fuck her. Sue resisted; convincing herself that if she did not go all the way, it was somehow OK to do all the other things that they did. She knew deep down inside that she was only deluding herself and that they were way beyond the bounds of a mother and son relationship.Then on one cold Saturday night, inside this normal looking. I tried to last but just couldn’t, so I let my come explode into Diane’s mouth. Just as I started coming, she her mouth back a little, ran her tongue back and forth underneath the head of my cock, and slid one hand around my balls. I looked down at her and found her eyes looking straight into mine. As my come shot across her tongue and into her open mouth, she smiled slightly and never took her eyes off mine. She slowly squeezed the remaining come from my cock and let it drip into her mouth.