Returns home to his mother after university

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I shrugged. “I just had to get noticed.”

“You are. Your name is on everyone’s lips. I’ve had plenty of the big bosses come and see me, asking all about you.”

“What do you say?”

“That my son eats his mother’s’ pussy like a champ.” I cracked up laughing. “But seriously, they’re very impressed, Andrew. Which is why I’ve managed to get you a spot with me to the next conference.”

“Awesome. Where?”

“Paris.”

“You’re shitting me?”

She laughed at my disbelief. “No. It’s just going to be me and you for four days in Paris. How does that sound?”

“When do we go?” I asked eagerly.

“In two weeks. We fly out on Wednesday, have a day to acclimate and the conference set to take place on Friday. We then have two days to ourselves before flying back on Monday.”

Those were the longest two weeks of my life as I waited to jet off to another country with my Mum and I knew, in the back of my mind, that this would be where we would take the final step. I don’t think we’d been waiting for the perfect moment but to jet away to the ‘City of Lights’, have a hotel room to ourselves and visit one of the most romantic places on Earth, I think we subconsciously decided together that it would be there that we would consummate our physical relationship.

We travelled business and had a pair of seats near a window to ourselves. It was during the flight that Mum decided to share some stories about work.

“Quite a few of the girls in the lab and the office have taken a fancy to you, Andrew.”

Not to sound too cocky but that wasn’t too much of a surprise. I wasn’t completely ignorant of the attention I received. “How many?” I wondered.

“Oh, at least a dozen have approached me, asking if you were single. Some are curious as to why you show them absolutely no attention.”

“And what do you say?”

She leaned in close to my ear so no-one could hear. “I say he’s too busy eating his mum’s pussy to worry about some idiot little girl. And that no-one could suck his cock like his Mum.” I burst into laughter as she kissed my cheek. “No, I just say he’s with someone and it’s quite serious. Now they are left wondering who it is as neither of us actually talk about our private lives.”

“Do you get any interest?”

She shrugged. “I do but I tell them I’m not interested. I have the one man in my life I want. They probably think I’m some lonely old woman who fosters far too much attention on her son.” She smirked. “They’d be absolutely right in a certain way.”

Upon landing, we were escorted to our hotel, a grand old building that looked hundreds of years old. There was a concierge who welcomed us, a porter helped take our bags but it was when Mum introduced us as ‘Mr and Mrs Smith’ that made me do a double take. I managed to shut my mouth just in time from asking a question that would have put her foot in it as I could see the look in her eye as she spoke with the receptionist.

“Enjoy your time in Paris, Mr and Mrs Smith,” the receptionist stated.

“We plan on it,” my Mum stated and I swear the receptionist blushed as the insinuation in her tone was obvious. She glanced at me, fire in her eyes and I couldn’t help the gulp.

The room was exquisite, the bed in the middle of the room enormous as we walked out onto the balcony and took in the view.

“I want to go up the Eiffel Tower,” my Mum stated.

“Of course.”

“Would you be interested in visiting the Louvre?” I nodded. “Is there anything in particular you want to see?”

I shrugged. “I’m not sure. Why don’t we just wander around and see where the day eventually takes us?”

“As long as we go up the tower, I don’t mind either way.” She leaned into me as we continued to take in the view. “Oh, one more thing, Andrew.”

“Yeah?”

“You’re going to fuck me this weekend. I think it’s about time, don’t you think?”

I just chuckled. “I know. I’ve been thinking the same thing.”

She kissed me again. “Just thought you should know what I really want.”

We spent all of Thursday hard at work, preparing for the conference the next day, managing to keep our hands off each other… for most of the time. There may have been a sneaky blowjob during lunch, while we did end up in bed together after a nightcap, spending a good hour enjoying the taste of my Mum’s pussy, bringing her to orgasm time and again. In the low light provided as we lay back once she claimed to be finally worn out, I couldn’t help but admire her beauty, drinking in her naked body. She even started to blush as my eyes wandered.

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