It was 12:20 p.m. when the doorbell rang. I invited Don in and we sat together on the couch. I was wearing a yellow, pleated sun dress that came sligh...ly below my knees. My blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail. “I think I want to do this,” I said nervously. Clearly the tremor in my voice conveyed a great deal of uncertainty. “You think?” he responded. “Okay, I’m sure. I want to do this with you. I want you to make love to me.” I could feel my face flush and burn as I spoke these words. . I have two jobs, one to work the kinks and stress out of the dancers' hard-used bodies. The other is to listen. Many come to me because I'm good at both. I am a massotherapist, one of the few whose studio is near the ballet. They're doing Rodeo, and Andy dances the role of the Champion Roper, the male lead, the man all the girls compete for. It is a demanding dance, made even more demanding by the traditional western garb which was designed for utility and never for dancing. Andy needs to vent. You do realize this is not a library, and it is just you and I in here. Don’t be afraid hon.”The smile I gave my mother was my way of saying thank you and the smile she flashed back I knew was her saying you are welcome.At first, I just moaned with each stroke of my cock. My eyes focused on her sexy photo; dirty thoughts were racing through my mind along with the thought of covering the photo with cum. My thoughts ranged from me laying under her while she rode my cock, to picturing fucking. Wow my luck was changing big time!Mother appeared in my room as soon as the girls had gone out, they were visiting Reb`s friends, mum appearing fully dressed and first saying she wanted me to treat her as any lover would today, began as I rose from my bed, where I had been laying reading, to kissed me in a very unmotherly way, whispering “take me,” which I then endeavoured to do! It was to be the first real tryst that we had and believe me it was definitely not going to be the last if.