She kind of controls me, but not in a dominatrix kind of way, just more like an air traffic controller and my arms are the airplanes. She knows what s...e wants, and without words she is able to teach me how her body wants what when she wants it. After 5 or 10 aganozing minutes of massaging her breasts, legs, arms and even a few shoulder rubs. I try to reach for her clit again, eventually, after near a half hour of these intense form of teasing she allows me to massage it. Mmmmmmmmm, i hear her. Mom had applied a fresh hint of the gardenia scent I'd always loved, and it had never seemed so enticing. There was a nearly irresistible urge that burned inside me; telling me to slip a hand under Mom's skirt, gliding between those soft thighs until I was touching the warm, womanly center of her. Instead, I kept my hands to myself, like a frightened adolescent boy on his first date. What if I came on to Mom right then? What would she say? This was utterly absurd. We'd had our faces buried in. Double zero's dipping wicks”. She grinned “reg's or newbies”? Randy grinned “both! Rack and stack 8, from 3-7 for 1k”. She smiled “10-8”! He left, the boys said “explain”? Nancy laughed “boys, Nan will be very busy from 3pm to 7pm, she has “visitors”. Hubert asked “can we watch”? She stood up replying “when you see Nan, ask her”.Nan came in a short, curved hem, sleeveless Shirt dress, one they hadn't seen saying “my work clothes”. Hubert snickered “hot! Can we watch”? She took them in the. A shockwave of new sensations permeated her body when she heard the turn of the door handle and the creaking of the opening door. Heavy footsteps echoed through the room causing a prickly sensation up her back. ‘Honey, Is that you? What is going on? Where am I?’ No response. All she could hear was the sound of his excited breathing as he slowly approached the bed. ‘Who are you? Why am I tied up?’ Her heart seemed to want to escape her chest as she felt the bed depress to her side, the unseen.