.” The surprised mother looked at her son, she was just expecting to be told to strip, or be subservient to her son’s sexual demands… blow him o... let him fuck her there in his bedroom.“Come on… let’s go for that bath.” Ross seemed impatient as he pushed his mother out of his room. Alice, still slightly taken aback, turned and made to walk to her bedroom “Where you going?”“Just getting a clean towel… and my robe”“Oh… ok… I’ll be waiting for you”The nervous mother quickly grabbed a towel and her. She looked up once more as she began stoking me, arousing me to climax. I did not stop her. I wouldn't have even if I had been coherent enough to think straight.Her hand job technique took my breath away. It was novel to me, different from Sally's or Janey's. I had had my share of hand jobs before, but none quite like this. I can't exactly explain it but it seemed as if she were using just the tips of her fingers and a lot of fingernail to lightly scrape along the sensitized skin. Her other. But, other than that, it would be hard to think up something to cavil over.It was the '70s. I was a reporter for a small suburban newspaper outside San Diego. In those days, I was slim myself, reasonably handsome and 25 years old. I was definitely hip, riding a motorcycle to my assignments, with a ponytail that hung halfway down my back. She was a clerk in the Circulation department.I noticed Erin soon after I started at the newspaper. We joked and chatted over the weeks. Okay, I'll admit that. The combination of jealously, humiliation and sexualexcitement is very satisfying!Over the past couple of years there have been other episodes of her beingadventurous and letting me know about it in many different ways. It stillcontinues to this day and I guess it will continue for as long as she wantsit to. Margo has accused me of getting some bizarre sexual charge out of it,but I deny it, I wouldn't want my gratification to come to a sudden stop.I want to share with you, in more detail,.