. We can go wherever. I have another friend who doesn't live far..." he started to suggest, but the look I flashed him made him stop in mid-sentence. ...Okay," he relented. "If you want to go back home..." Someone is going to be home soon." Fine... my house then," he announced, but I got the idea that he wasn't very happy about it. "Will you get in now?"No. Maybe. Yes. It took me a few long minutes, but I finally sighed to myself and got into his car. I blamed curiosity. I was curious to know. ..Why did that make my cock so hard? Why was my mom turning me on? And why the fuck was I doing this? I had better things to do. But I was pulling off the right sock. In moments, her dainty foot was exposed.I grabbed her foot and massaged her. I didn't even try to rush it. I took my time. I wanted to give my mother the best experience possible. This thrill shot through me as she moaned. I was making her feel good. I wanted to please my mother.What had this belt done to me?This wasn't me? I. 'Fancy a drink from the bar?' Julie nodded, but didn't lift her eyes from her book. She was still clearly annoyed with me. I got up and walked the 40 yards to the beach bar. I wasn't the only one wanting a drink, the sun had encouraged plenty of trade for the bar man. As I waited I cast my eyes back to my beautiful wife, laying on her front, her 5'6" slender figure stretched out, with her gorgeous arse looking awesome in her swimsuit, propped up on her elbows reading her book, her long brunette. “Ma what happened?” I asked in a dumb way.“See you squished my pussy…” she said with mock sadness, her cheeks were now rose red!“Aww…. I am sorry…”Saying this, I began to rub her pussy up and down with my finger. Just a soft sensual massage.“Ma just lie down, lemme see where it hurt ok?” I said, dreamily.“OK but be careful, don’t squish it!” she commanded, then laughed and laid back on the bed.This was time to go to work! I had no restrictions. Open access!I continued to caress her cunt lips.