” Liz laughed, saying “Oh no not at all. It should have happened sooner!” We smiled and kissed again. “I scarfed down my lunch as quick as I ...ould. That’s why I sad 25 after.”, she said with a giggle. “Have you eaten?”, she asked. I looked down at her legs while smiling, “No I haven’t, food or otherwise.” She giggled again before asking, “If you’re hungry I can help.” The tone with which she spoke could’ve made any man turn to mush. It was unbelievably sexy. I told her to stand up, followed by. "I want to feel your pussy and I want to feel your anus, which do you want me to feel first?" I want you to do whatever you want, I want to be taken and I don't want to have to talk as you do it."She was paying for a service, and up to a point, she had every right to decide whether she or her 'visitor' took charge of the proceedings.Placing a chair at her kitchen table I sat down, placed her between me and the table and then I dragged her legs apart and made her lower herself until my cock was. With the crotch of her knickers positioned at my nostrils I masturbated to the smell of my mother. It was instinctive that I just kept wanking my cock and as my orgasm took hold of me more quickly than expected I used my Mum's knickers to catch my cum.After recovering from my gratification I realised that it might not be a good idea to simply leave the Knickers in the laundry basket as they were. I couldn't wash them, which might be noticed in the morning if Mum grabs them to wash. They'll. Turn around while I get undressed.” I turned around but I looked directly at the mirror. I could see her clearly in the reflection. She could see me too. She purposely moved so I could see her get undressed. She stripped her top off and looked at me. “Don't peek.”I didn't even hide it. I stared at her reflection, waiting for her invitation. It never came, verbally. She reached behind her back to unstrap her bra. We made eye contact as she pulled it off completely. Her hands rubbed her tits for.