I want her to relax. I shift so I’m kneeling a little by her side meaning both of my hands are free. I rub her for a while and notice her soft moans...intensify whenever I touch her lower back. I focus there now, kneading the muscles right between the hip and spine, going lower until my hands cover the wonderful warm curve of her ass. The moment I rub, one hand for each cheek, I notice her cheeks part and I inhale a faint familiar scent, sweet musk that instantly starts to harden me and send warm. He was a spot of black on stage, wearing black tight pants and a black shirt left open at the collar, but it wasn't his dress that gave him the sinister appearance. He had an obvious scar on his right cheek, a wide red slash that could only have come from a knife fight. His eyes flashed with rapid rabbit-like glances as he eyed the helpless girl, and his mouth was curled up at the corners in a sneer. The culprit seemed completely oblivious to the girl's screams as he dug his fingers in her. This was the best experience I had ever had up to that point. Iwas so into my own world; I did not hear or notice the door slowlyopening. It was not until I hear a gasp and a little giggle that Irealized Momma was standing there watching me parading around her roomin her skirt and heels. I thought my life would end right there. Icould do nothing but start to cry. That was when I really learned of amother's love for her child. She tried to look upset but there wassomething about her that said. I asked to send a pic of her pussy. But she denied, so I didn’t force her.After that, she said that she wants to see me bathing. So I video called her on hangouts with a lot of excitement. But she didn’t turn on her cam because she didn’t want to show anything. I started thinking that she might be fake. But the concept of being watched while bathing excited me.So I installed my phone on the shower in such a way that she can’t see my face but she can see everything. Then I took an erotic bath.