A voyeur. I had been offered more and couldn’t handle it. I ached with the sexual tension.I rang up her sale. When I handed her the receipt, we l...cked eyes. I wondered if I would ever see this beautiful woman again. This woman who clearly had offered herself to me. I felt as if I were sixteen years old, not nineteen. She rescued me.“It’s dark and well after closing hour. Would you be able to walk me to my car? I’m parked far from the entrance.”“Of course,” I said. And felt grateful. I. I even pulled her towards me and kissed her head. And in that moment, neither did I move, nor did she. Just like that, we started making out. I even took the liberty to pull her up to me, by holding her ass, oh man. That ass and those lips. Too amazing.So now that the spark was lit, we hurried back to my (empty) place. And as soon as we got in, we couldnt keep our hands off each other. Now the mutual friend was kind enough to tell her I was a virgin, and she didn’t mind. Rather. We were too hot. Is something wrong with your head.I replied,Yes, there is something wrong with me. What is wrong is that I love my mother more than anything or anyone else in this world. I strive only for your happiness. Whenever anything was wrong with you it was me and not even daddy who took care of you. I love you to such an extent that I am worshipping you in my house. I am following some ancient scriptures according to which if you want your mother to find eternal happiness, these are the rituals I need. . this wasn't fucking. It wasn't the raw animal sex that I was used to. This was ... it was...I pushed Jane back away from me for a second, she resisted breaking our kiss with a tiny mewling protest in that squeaky Kewpie Doll voice of hers. She saw my face and she grew concerned and even a little frightened."Oh my God, Paul, is everything okay? Did I do something wrong?" No. It's just that ... this isn't what I'm used to ... this is ... it's..."Jane smiled, leaned forward, and picked up right.