Last February, my mother and I decided to start fucking again. We made plans to spend a weekend together and see if there was still that special spark between us. She was living with her boyfriend and I was coming out of a relationship so it felt great to meet up at a hotel. I got there first and waited for her to show up. She knocked at the door and when I answered the door, she was wearing tight black leather pants and an off the sholder blouse. She says to me, "Did you order a hooker?" I pulled her into the room and it was like it was 10 years ago. We took the edge off by engaging in a rather brutal blow job, which included me calling her every name possible and her loving it.

The rest of the weekend was a fuck filled funfest. After she went home we started to email each other about porn and text each other fucked up messages. My pet names for her are, Cowgirl and Jiggles, so when she leaves a message on my phone she will say: "Hey, it's Jiggles, call me back."