I hope you know that.”“I do, I do,” she said. “You know, this is going to sound weird, but sometimes I wish you were not my son.”I wasn’t ...ure I heard her right. I just looked at her unsure by what she meant. “Don’t get me wrong, I love you so much sweetie! It’s just that I wish we could be more than just mother and son. You’ll probably get all freaked out, but sometimes I wish I could show you my love physically.”Just like that, my dick was hard as a rock. Hearing that my mother really did. In a dangerously risky move to calm her nervous need for male attentions, she sat on the edge of the principal’s desk. Helga placed her still attractive nylon covered legs on the arms of the principal’s chair and he could see that the center of her panties just inside her girdle was stained with the circle of wetness that betrayed her need for sex.Candy looked up at the supervisor’s naked thighs spread open and watched with dismay as he leaned forward to do his duty and eat her hairy snatch. About four a.m. the receptionist Jim had first talked to and to whom he'd given the photo, stood near the edge of the room, scanning past everyone. She finally saw Jim, and gestured for him to come to the desk.He went to her full of questions, but there were many others clustered around. She said to him in a firm voice as she came out from behind the desk, "Sir, the restrooms are this way. Let me show you." She said it in a way that Jim knew something else was up.Jim caught on right away and. NOW!"He looked around—everyone was still drowsing, and there were snores coming from several places in the cabin. The galley lights were turned down now, showing that there was a skeleton crew on duty.She squeezed his cock harder and then pulled her hand back. Under her covers, she rebuttoned her blouse, but did that nifty little shimmy trick where she pulled her bra out. She leaned over to him, nibbling on his ear... "Two minutes ... The handicapped lav. I NEED you!" With that, she passed her.