“No worries,” my mother replied. “Things happens. I’m glad everything is okay.”
“The guests will be arriving soon. Your art display looks fabulous. It’s one of the best I’ve ever seen.”
My mother wrapped her arm around me. “Thank you. I couldn’t have done it without the help of my son.”
The art director’s face nearly became flush. “Oh, this young man is your son?”
“Yes, he is,” my mother proudly replied.
“I see. If you’ll excuse me, I need to take care of some last minute things in my office.”
With that said, the art director quickly walked passed us and went back to her office, closing the door.
“Do you think she saw us?” I asked my mother.
She smiled, “I have no idea. I was too busy on my knees to even notice.”
Before I could reply, the front door to the art gallery opened, and a small group of well dressed people entered. They were the people my mother was meeting with. All of them shook my mother’s hand, and they shook my hand as well.
My mother proudly presented her art collection and nude portraits to them, and they were all amazed. They loved my mother’s work. I could tell how proud my mother was. But all I could think about was how my cum must have been dripping inside of my mother’s panties while she was talking to the group of people. Before they left for dinner, I saw a small trickle of cum running down her leg.
The End