Of course, having a mother who was quite attractive helped the situation along considerably. The first time I masturbated, I jerked off thinking about...her. As time passed, so did my fantasies about my mother, or so I thought. Mom aged very well and at the age of 61, she was still a beauty. She was 22 when she had me and time had been good to her. She was 5'5, weighed about 120 lbs. with medium length blond (dyed) hair. Her eyes were a deep, haunting hazel color and could pierce right through. Her arms were bare from the shoulders down, apart from the delicate watch around her left wrist and the fine bracelet she wears on her right wrist. Sometimes she's worn hose or tights or whatever but today her long, muscular legs were bare.I've always been a leg-man. Sure, I like to admire the whole package but I always start by looking at the legs and hers are gorgeous. Apart from a little group of freckles on her left shoulder, her skin is flawless – unmarred by unsightly tattoos. Today's. No more words were necessary...After moving to her bedroom for more kissing and then groping and stripping naked, I sheepishly announced that this was my "first time". She became dominant and ordered me to get down on my knees by the side of her bed. She sat down and spread her legs and then spread her labia with her fingers. "Lick it" she ordered... The musky odor was very strong and she was dripping wet. I was a little too vigorous with my tongue action on her clitoris, which elicited a. It was becoming increasingly clear what this proposition represented, even though it hadn’t been formally made yet. “So what are you saying, exactly? That I’ve won a free date with the women of my dreams?”Spencer pulled out his phone. “Let me take a picture of you. I’ll go back stage and show the girls. Tell them about the lovely young man I’ve just met. If they like what they see and hear, you’ll be joining them when they leave in thirty minutes.”The young man was flabbergasted. His mouth hung.