“I want to do your back now.”He started at the base of her neck, kneading the skin outward with slow, firm motions. It felt so good, and she let o...t a low, soft, vibrating purr. Next he continued, slowly, firmly, kneading in a circular motion, working her shoulders, arms, back, buttocks, thighs, legs, back of both knees, hamstrings, and finally her ankles, feet and toes. He delighted in the feel of her soft voluptuous skin. Her legs were smooth and silky to the touch, and noticed he was. Once in the bathroom she quickly removed her panties, squatted on the toilet and peed. She quickly cleaned herself. Leaving her panties on the floor she returned to the dinner table. She and her son chatted for a few more minutes when Stacy accidently knocked the pepper grinder off the table. Ted smiled at his mother bending under the table to retrieve it. Stacy spread her knees as Ted's head ducked under the table. The movement caught Ted’s eye and he looked towards it. Ted's mouth dropped. My brother was first. He looked tired, almost sleepy, and I could smell some girl on him."You need to clean up," I said.He wrinkled his brow. "What for?" Whoever she was, I can smell her. And if I can, Mom will, too."His face flushed red. "I don't—" You don't need a shower, just a quick rinse, maybe with a washcloth. You need to do it, though, I can definitely smell her."His face got even redder, but he headed for the bathroom. When he came out he didn't smell of aroused female. He did smell of. ‘You’re a grown man. I shouldn’t have to train you how to speak in a complete three-word sentence.’ ‘I’m sorry, ma’am,’ I said. She got right into my face, ran the stiff leather end of the crop up my neck to the point of my chin, and said, ‘Do you know what I do with bad boys who leer at me?’ ‘No, ma’am, I don’t,’ I said. I was really shaking. ‘Drop your drawers,’ she said. ‘Yes, ma’am,’ I replied. I was never so turned on and so freaking scared of a woman in my life. I normally would have.