But it will ruin your bra. I think it's a new one, isn't it?" I asked trying to persuade mother to remove the strap."Yes, it's a new one," She said an... reached it with her left hand.But I stopped her. "Please amma, let me do it."She looked at me. "Please," I plead."Okay," She said taking her hand back.I pulled the strap slightly above her shoulder and pulled it down over the arm carefully, not wanting to hurt my loving mother.I wanted this to last long. So I started to massage her shoulder. " She smiled as the nightie slipped from her shoulders. Her beautiful C-cup tits stood out and she scooted right up next to him so that he could reach out to caress them."Ooh, that’s right. Rub and pinch my nipples," She cooed. He massaged them gently then took one in his mouth and flicked his tongue over the erect nipple. He repeated with the other one as she squirmed."Let's see all of you. Stand up!" she commanded. He stood as she grabbed both sides of his shorts, jerked them down to. When he came back, he told me the client would pay twice as much if I helped with the massage. He said he had a few massages scheduled for the next day, including an early morning one. Would I be interested in helping with the massages, maybe even giving hand jobs and/or blow jobs. I eagerly said yes. With my new cock addiction, the thought of it was so exciting. He fucked me one more time then we went to sleep. When I woke up, Eddie said his client was almost there. He suggested I stay naked. "Oops, I did it again." I'm pleased you find me sexy. If memory serves me you're thirty-seven." I'd given her a year. She didn't correct me. "I'm twenty-three. That's only fourteen years difference, which means you're too young to be my mother, Dot. So, relax. Let's enjoy our meal."Our drinks arrived, and she sipped her martini. I felt the drink warm her as it slid down her esophagus. I didn't like the taste, so I countered the gin with root beer."When I picked you for my contact and probed.