Are you able to help?”“Ah, I understand. This arises from an overactive middle-aged woman who objected to her son being the boyfriend of our babys...tter. He broke it off, but something was said about our living arrangements and she threatened to go to the police. Our babysitter rightly said ‘go ahead if you want to appear foolish’, and stupidly she did. When the police informed her that there was no case to answer, she decided to take things farther and phoned the popular press.Naturally any. She can't stop herself from instinctively parting them, hips trembling.She exhales sharply, head thrown back, eyes shut, dark lashes matted, and you can see her pulse flickering in her throat; a flame you've fuelled. "Y-yes, b-but-" Her voice dies, cut off by a soft shudder, and you take your hand away, moving it to undo the button to her shorts, tugging the zip down as she pants, body like a finely tuned string you're strumming, and you let your palm rest on the flat of her stomach for a. Anyway, fate placed us together in a common small city, working with common friends; their associations with us led them to play mass-matchmaker.We danced around one another at first, as will all new acquaintances, revealing bits and pieces as we spiraled around one another; the information grew more personal as our orbits began to synchronize.We shared hopes and dreams and aspirations, likes and dislikes, rhythms and blues and what-all else, until finally...Until finally, she allowed me to. She sat up on the bed, with her fat juicy tits dangling in front of my face and with obvious wetness in her panties“Let mommy give you a massage now honey!” she said in her inviting and sweet voice. I thought that she just wanted to give me a massage and she hadn’t noticed her breasts were on show and so I instinctively shouted; “No! Thanks I’m fine”I was afraid she would see my enraged cock be appalled at the thought of her own son having sexual feeling for her.“Come on, honey! You deserve it”.