.” I had not completed my statement she interrupted, “Oh I see…may be your late from your office and that is the reason” “Yeah” I said, �...I really do know what to do” I saidShe thought for a while’ “ Well, I have a solution, only if its acceptable to you” she said.“Please go ahead…” I said“ After School, maybe she can come to my house and I will see that she completes her works…and maybe later on someone can pick her up” she saidI nodded and readily agreed. “Yeah why not?” I said. I wanted to. It was so dark in her room thatJessica couldn't decipher the long, black habit lying atop her officechair. She had discarded it immediately upon returning to her room, butkept on her red leather bondage brassiere. She had been too exhausted toremove the complex network of buckles, straps and zippers that made upher lingerie. If she was honest, she wanted to sleep in it.Now that she was awake, her left hand found her long, fat cockinstinctually. She could feel the red leather straps digging into. For a few Moments I wasn't looking at my Mom, I was looking at a beautiful sexy woman. "Ready for a refill?" Mom asked as she poured herself a fresh glass."Sure, don't mind if I do" was my reply as I held my glass out to her. Even though the legal drinking age was 21, Mom didn't mind if I had margaritas or a few beers with her from time to time. I was 18 and, as she puts it, when she was my age it was legal and what we do in our own house is nobody else's business.We floated around in the pool,. Changing rooms at public swiming pools, the same location showers, or just taking a piss in the woods. Anyway, I was not abused as a person that age, indeed, I was the agressor.First it was my playmates and then older boys in the neighborhood. I was just plain fascinated with looking at cocks and their differences. I am cut, others were not. The first cock other than mine that I touched was that of my older brother, and he was several years older than I. I started to touch his cock in his.