My dad left my mom almost 7yrs.ago when I was 16yrs in my intermediate college.My mom was highly depressed and lonely. Her sadness made me closer to h...r, and began to spend more time with my mom.It was all done with innocence without any malice.I used to sit hugging my mom to comfort and solace her.In the process her her 36+size breasts often touched my hands and felt secretly excited for her.I enjoyed sitting with her trying to hug and embrace her, in the pretext to get a little touch of her. We didn’t do anything, I knew that much. But I had confessed some things to her. Oh god what did I say? “Sure!” Kat stood up, her eyes on me again. “You get off work soon, don’t you?” I just nodded, not trusting myself to speak. “Great!” While my friends introduced themselves and kept Kat occupied, I did my best to keep myself busy until knockoff time. When my shift was finally over, I took off my apron and ditched most of my work clothes. My friends were still at the back of the room, in the. I needed to talk to a lawyer, and I needed to know what Ellen would say. I needed to play back all of the tapes of their whole night and the morning. The more secret recordings I had, the more cards I had to play. Right now they were confident that I knew nothing.I decided that when Ellen came home I should also record what she said. How to do that? A technical problem to solve was exactly what I needed, something objective to engage my brain. Most likely we would talk in the bedroom or if not. The pleasure/pain sensation reached deep into her, igniting a hidden burn in her core. Her nipples, vaguely interested until now, grew to swollen, hard nubs begging for attention under her low-cut top. But it was not only her own body which reacted to the stimulation. Her partner pulled her close almost violently, leaving her in no doubt about the impressive size of his hard cock under the linen trousers. As a dancer, she understood the endorphin rush from pain, as a woman she had had to learn.