”“Some people eat a lot of chocolate...”A week beforehand I'd scouted out a hotel, looked at the rooms, picked a room. That sounds simple but ev...ry decision, every thought had a mix of pain and pleasure to contend with. Should it be a romantic setting? Like a honeymoon suite? Or at the other end, something a little down market, sordid even.I thought about that but there was no way I could send Ellen somewhere that I wouldn't want to go myself— she'd never let me forget it. It needed to be good;. The dress hugged her body nicely and stopped mid-thigh. Her skin was tan and smooth and even though she wasn’t very tall, her legs were long and made her look taller. Amber was her name. Amber was sitting with another girl who was busy chatting up a guy she had apparently just met and was completely ignoring her. Amber had a look on her face like she felt out of place. Like she’d rather be somewhere else, away from all the crowds and the noise. It looked to me like she had been delegated to. As Ma worked to make my cock hard once again, not a difficult chore, I tried to jab my tongue into her puckering anus. Finally, with one extra hard jab her rectum seemed to open like a flower as I was able to stick about half of my tongue inside of her stink hole. As I wiggle it around inside her Ma pushed against trying to get even more of it up her rear passage. Her butt hole tasted so good and I loved the feeling of her cheeks pressed against my face. Urgently I began to tongue fuck her ass. You know its sin. It’s a sinful pleasure. So what? I need a man to fuck. Who is better than my own son. I have given birth to you, and fed you my breast milk, waited for you to take me, son. You know, I have become your mistress, your lanja.”“You are my Goddess, amma.”Yes. I am your Goddess, Worship me, son. Now let’s get up.We got up, walked to the bathroom, naked.She cleaned my cock with water. And asked me, now, clean your mother’s cunt. You have pumped in so much of juice into my cunt. I.