Ricky couldn't know the butterflies in Helen's stomach and the wetness growing in her vagina."I have to go," Helen said hurriedly. Trying to save hers...lf from doing something she knew was wrong."You don't have to," Ricky said, closing his hand around Helen's breast.Helen turned to face Ricky. She summoned the determination to say, "I have to," even though her juices were beginning to flow.Ricky pulled his mother close to him. Helen felt his hard cock against her stomach, and she knew her. After a few seconds, I just said it. I gave him my number. For months we just had chats. Whenever he wanted me he messaged me what all he wanted to do to me. I would just listen. Then we started calling. His sexual talks made me lose myself.He convinced me to masturbate and I did that. I knew I was changing. Months went and he never made a real move physically other than chats. Our phone sex sessions made me crazy. His approach was getting clearer. He once called me his slut. I fought over it. You have a look about you that oozes naughtiness and deviancy. It’s as scary as it is sexy.” “Ladies first, Joy. I am a gentleman,” I grinned. Joy turned in her seat to face me, and slowly crossed her shapely legs. Allowing her dress to ride up high on her thighs. She smiled as she observed me looking down at her smooth legs. “Do gentlemen make a habit of ogling a lady’s legs without even trying to be discrete?” Joy asked playfully. “I can’t speak for every gentleman out there. But I do,” I. She would support me by stripping at local strip joints. Sure she was under age, but she sure didn't look it. She was 5'6" with hazel eyes, short brown hair, luscious 36C breasts and the firmest ass you could ever feel.Though she is 28 years old now, she still has the same body that she had in her teens. She doesn't strip much anymore, but does on occasion. My friends would always come over and make comments about how sexy my mother was. At first I was kind of mad at them for looking at my.