The show manager was rubbing his hands on my backside and my belly. He removed my bra strap from one shoulder applying a little bit of force on me to ...ake out my breast from one side. I was trying to hide myself but his hand was pressing my breast.His pinching and pressings were arousing me but I was holding back my feelings. I told him that this was my first time with a stranger. He said, “It’s okay, just think about your dream of becoming a famous singer.”Then I made up my mind that nothing. " Who is looking at you?" There is a man on the beach and he is looking at me. He knows baby, I know he knows." Wave at him sweetie. He might suspect, but he can't know for sure. Wave at him sweetie while I fuck you; smile and wave and make him wish it was him up here so he could know for sure." God baby, the way I feel right now if he was up here he would be next" and then she bit her lip to keep quiet as she had her orgasm.When she had regained her composure I let her skirt fall and we turned. It was just a simple caress, a soft movement of his hand through mom's hair and then across her cheek. It was a cupping of her chin in his hand for a second as he bent and whispered something in her ear. The smile she gave him back that even I, at fifty feet away could recognize for what it was. A lovers moment!My mother was fucking her asshole boss! The knowledge smashed into my brain, the conclusion unarguable. I stumbled away from the scene stunned, and then ended up a half hour later in my. Maybe so her mother could keep an eye on us. Mrs. Spencer made sure to be around, offering drinks, snacks, chit chat. I noticed that she was fairly young herself. Granted at my age, anyone over 25 was old, but she was probably mid-30s, divorced. If she was a indiction of how Carley would develop, maybe I should wait. Mrs. Spencer had fuller breasts and a nice butt. She appeared to be in great shape for her "advanced" age. I knew she was keeping an eye on me as much as I was on her and her.