But she also knew that she had allowed herself to become aroused by her son’s lecherous attentions. She was ashamed of her own immoral desires, but ...he was also curious as to where this might lead. Her son was a beautiful young man, with a strong, athletic body. She honestly didn’t know if she could resist him. She was afraid her frustrations would weaken her resolve to be a steadfast mother. She was afraid that deep down she wanted her son to fuck her. Not having to confront him avoided any. One thing lead to another and in the next 10 mins his hands were inside my t shirt and pant. He opened my pant zipper and my bra as well. I was scared that the driver might see and object so kept telling him not to do anything. But Amit was in no mood to listen and he removed his pants till knee length and made me give him a blow job. I had fantasized doing this in a car so was enjoying it. He then asked the driver to stop at the food mall but park far away and have dinner and come. When the. I made a decision. “Next time I'm going to allow some of you, for a fee, to finger and lick me!” Gasps. “I'll let everyone else watch, but it'll cost you more to come here – Dave will handle that, he'll be my booking manager! But as a gesture of good will, and a taste of what's in store, come over here Dave and Pete, will you?” They came up to me like a shot. “This is to thank you both – you can have a little lick of my pussy lips if you want. No fingers this time, I'm not sure your hands are. I began to soap my front, caressing my breasts and rolling my fingers round my erect nipples.I soaped between my legs, lingering on my pussy lips.The throbbing continued, and I was hoping that Tom would hurry up and come and join me.A cool breath of air stroked my back as the shower curtain was pulled slightly open.Without turning round I passed back the bar of soap and said, “Be a darling and wash my back.”My back was being expertly washed and I thought to myself, Tom lad, you’re getting.