My pussy moistened immediately and my fingers started working my clit as I watched. His one hand reached slowly down and pulled her top up, exposing h...r perk little 34A breasts, her areoles like little strawberries ripening on the vine, not yet ready for harvest. He gently with thumb and fingers massaged each, and I noted that she stirred a bit at the touch, but did not move. He continued for some time, before his hand moved downward to her crotch. He deftly pulled the thong aside exposing her. She is pretty funny too. And to see her laying on the bed rubbing one out. Then I wondered if it was mom watching me? Or just my imagination. A couple nights later I again went to have my happy time. This time I was watching and listening and I was positive that mom was spying on me. As soon as I was done I went to check her room. Again there she was going at it. I could not believe it. The next night I watched even closer and this time I saw mom watching me. But rather than get mad, I got. As I opened the lid, some of the polish dripped onto her foot. She made a weird little noise that made my heart clutch, then I felt her fingers on my jaw. Her fingertips ran down to my chin, and she gently lifted it until I was looking into her eyes. God it felt like her eyes were seeing right through me, seeing down deep inside, seeing shit I didn’t even know about and there was no where to run and hide. She said, a little chill in her voice, “Don’t mess up my nails. I’d have to spank you for. She smiles at the woman. "Everything is satisfactory." "May I sit down?" she asks, more a statement of her intention thana request. Almost imperceptibly she snaps her fingers and our valetreappears. The woman looks at him, then at a chair at the nearest tablethen proceeds to sit in the empty space outside our booth. The valetswiftly moves a chair beneath her. The woman sits without looking to seeif the chair was in place. "I am Iris, lane mistress for Stepford Lane,"she informs my mate,.