"Did you ever think we'd be in a position like this?" Fantasized maybe. But I never thought it would really be possible." You fantasize about me?" she...asked, as if she didn't know."All the time." I hesitated, "Don't be mad, Ok? But when I jerk off, you're who I dream of." Mmmm. Now why would I get mad about that? It's hot. How long has that been going on?"I chuckled. "Ever since my first hard-on."She moaned. "God, you're making me so horny, Jeremy. How often do you do it?" Two, three times a. Mom crooked and waggled a finger at me, to indicate she wished me to be closer. “Can mommy help you, with doing that, dear?” She reached for my boner and replaced my fingers with her own digits. Since the no touching guideline seemed to be put aside, as mom plied my proud six inches of stiff stalk, I extended my arm and cupped her breast. When there was no objection on her part, I boldly played with the pink berry of her nipple, then switched to the other.Mom grinned and nodded her approval. The Glock won't trigger a metal detector under most circumstances. Depending on the machine sometimes the brass casings of the bullets will, but the gun inhibits the detection field so it's not a sure thing. Being alone I knew I was going to trip the machine; if Paul had been with me I would have given him my keys just to pad the odds. Sure enough the warning chirp sounded loud and clear as I passed through. I immediately flipped open my ID and held it out for the security team to verify; all. Even if I would never stalk again, never jerk off to strange women again, I wanted to swallow as much of the juice from inside this leather goddess as possible... as much as I could... She seemed to sense my greed and actually rewarded me with another portion that I licked off my lips..."Now get up here! Undo your pants! Let me see your cock. Show me how you jerk off to strange leather women in your bower at home. Come on!"I thought to myself, "Oh, fuck". I straightened up my upper body, opened.