But it’s so late…It would be so good to see you, though…Just feeling so lonely right now…” She sounded like she was fading out. XXNX She was hugging an empty wine jug, some of it having spilled on her nightgown. I poked my head into the kitchen, cautiously, and my mother turned and spotted me. Her tongue began licking down my neck to my chest, stopping to make a slow circle around one nipple, before moving lower. She alternated between sucking and licking the long shaft like a lollipop, small moans escaping her lips and vibrating against my cock. When are you coming home?” More sobbing. She was wearing nothing but a pair of thong panties under her gown. I phoned my folks every weekend, talking mostly to Mom.
