“Not like that! You won’t understand until you see it all.”I was still stunned from the epiphany exploding in my brain. That’s my excuse. Why ...lse would I have allowed my mother to reach around and undo the buttons on my top and slide it off me? Why else would I have let her pull the t-shirt I had on underneath, up and over my head without the slightest struggle. I didn’t even notice when she undid the button and zipper on my jeans and slid both them and my panties down my legs. I must have. After a while, she started rubbing her clit and told me that she’s cumming. I wanted to drink it but she asked me to keep it in my mouth.When she was done, she came up to me and wanted to share her cum. It was kinda nice, she started rubbing my dick. She made me sleep on the bed and got on top of me and put my dick inside her. She was doing okay with the riding my dick, while I was squeezing her boobs.She was moaning a lot. She started increasing the speed. She asked me to tell her before I’m. You have a basket of goodies with you, and you take out a small plastic container of strawberries, half coated with milk chocolate. You open the container, and hold it out to the man to take one. He reaches his hand out, and then withdraws it, looking into your face."Umm... Listen, that would be great, but could I suggest something?"Your eyes lower a little, because you know he's going to propose something sexual, and you just listen, saying nothing."A swim. I'd like to swim in the sea with. "You 'aft a be a member innit? We do tempry memberships for special guests innit? Five pounds." Um ... Oh, 'course." He fumbled out a five pound note and handed it to her noticing that she had a Basque on that was at least one size too big for her.She looked at the note in her hand, then expectantly at Jimmy, waiting for the usual gratuity. It was a fruitless expectancy. She sighed theatrically and indicated that he should go through the curtain, pointing the way with her chin.The Stage:Beyond.