I know itwas sick and wrong, imagining my mother doing that, but what can I say.She is a good looking mother. My friends are always telling me so.When...I heard them come home, I stuffed the panties under my mattress andtried to pretend that nothing had happened.At dinner that night I kept imagining my mother dressed in lingerie. Imasturbated with the panties again that night.The next day after I got home from school, disaster! Mom was sitting atthe kitchen table with the pink ruffled satin. Back and forth her pussy went on my face. I was sucking pussy for all I was worth and I was moaning the whole time with delight! I told Norma I loved her pussy and that she tasted delicious. She barely responded as she was busy sucking cock the whole time, biting the tip gently from time to time! Norma knows how to suck cock and she was enjoying this as much as I was. I came two or three times and Norma came very gently, what I believe was several times. I was doing my best to make her. Her makeup is perfect, not too much foundation, just enough, her eyes highlighted, and her lips coated in a light red colour. Today, she is sitting directly opposite me, as she crosses her legs, very femininely, I see a glimpse of stocking tops, and a clip from a garter belt. She has a tablet, and spends the whole journey reading something, her attention on the computer screen means, she won’t see me staring. The carriage vibrating beneath us, my vivid imagination and this vision of beauty. .. a bad idea." Are you afraid you won't be able to -- control yourself?" she asked."It would be... tempting fate." C'mon," she said. "We've already agreed that we wouldn't actually do anything! We're just going to cuddle up and go to sleep. That's absolutely all! I've already set the alarm for 5 a.m. You can get up and go back to your room, and Cary Zane probably still won't be there, and nobody'll know!" Are you -- dressed?" I asked. I was weakening fast."All the important stuff is covered,".