My hands were practically on the floor, but try as I might, I couldn't pee."Umm, Mom. I can't go." I said sheepishly."What do you mean you can't...? O...." She said as I nodded to my erection. "I don't know, hunny. I don't think it is a good idea for me to keep helping you with that." But mom..." I complained, "It hurts, and I really need to go, I just can't." Okay, but this should be the last time." I don't know what made my mom change, but I was disappointed to say the least.She had me stand. She was in her room tieing the corset, when she stopped and relized something. She stood there staring at herself in the mirror, she was beautful and everybody knew that, but she never got a good look at herself. Damn she was getting herself wet just looking at the sexy woman in the mirror. She started to play around with herself. Lightly runbing her breasts, she was getting hot, her nipples poked right through the silkly fabric.Her panties where so moist, from thinking about what her boyfriend. “Don’t be silly,” Mary replied, “Evette won’t be home for over an hour, we have time for another fuck, let’s try a different position next time, how about doggy style, l love it when your father fucks me like that, that huge knot end of his sets off all my buzzers and bells.”“I can’t stay, l have to go,” he said, scrambling to his feet, stumbling around as he tried to put his clothes back on.“You don’t have to go David,” she said, “if you’d rather not fuck me again tonight l understand, after. Yet it was so important to me - the paleness of her flesh, the surprisingly shocking width of her pink nipples, the delightful curves and the way her body drew me. She became something more in my fantasies, something raw and lewd that left me shocked at first - it became sexual rather than romantic.Her bedroom door was locked after that, as was the bathroom - I tried to barge in again to recapture that magic. It simply didn't happen.That didn't deter me though, I climbed the tree to sneak peeks.