"As she spoke I carelessly tossed the purse to the side and quickly pressed my body close against hers, marveling at her curves and loving the way our...breasts pressed against each others, fighting for predominance.She gasped."You've got a cock!"Karen took very little time in raising the hem of my rather short black dress up over the now obvious bulge of a rather substantial cock, laughing as she did so. "I can't believe you, you're wearing a strap-on to dinner... Mmm, Dea...!"Her voice trailed. “Okay Debbie, I’m going to begin with a thorough and hard spanking with my hand for your disgraceful behaviour,” I informed her. She turned her head to look at me, “I deserve it Sir, I know I do, so do what you must.”Raising my hand at this invitation I wasted little time in delivering the first smack to her right buttock, generating the unique percussion of hand against flesh. I swiftly followed this with another crisp smack to the centre of her left buttock.Over the years, I have learnt that. I stared at my Mum's almost naked body. It was infinitely more revealing than trying to sneak a peek her skirt or trying to look down her cleavage. Her breasts were in clear view with very stiff nipples. The soft mounds of flesh rippled with each body motion. How could I look away? Sexual passion mixed with anguish contorted Mum's face. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair tousled. I stood fixed to the spot, not daring to make a sound while she masturbated. She gasped, she made throaty noises.. Thus, it was that in the departure terminal bar, the squaddies and their girls, and the available students became drawn together like moths to flames or matches and blue paper it was a case of ‘lust at first sight’ all round! Amongst others in our travel class, there were; bunches of Spanish clergy and nuns on their way home for some ecclesiastical celebration,(mostly too hard up to travel in 1st class) who I have to say were down for a bit of a shock at the antics of their fellow travellers.