“Please Daddy,” she begged as she took my hand and pulled it toward her; the back of my hand brushed the silken hair covering her mons veneris.“...lease,” she said as she opened her legs and guided my hand to her.I let her, I didn’t attempt to stop her nor did I pull away. My middle finger found her groove. I’d used my index finger when she was young but my middle finger was longer, better able to slide along her mature sex. I parted her labia and gently stroked her.Different, so very. "Sir unclips my ankles from the spreader bar and my wrists from above meand clips my wrists together in front of me. He then leads me through toan area where the music is throbbing much louder and the lights arepulsing. There are more people here, some dancing, some fucking. Thepulsing lights show the contrast between the black of my lingerie, thewhite of my skin, and the marks on my flesh. Sir unclips my wrists andpropels me into the crowd."Enjoy her," I hear him say as I feel hands pulling me. I was a bit concerned that she was ill, at first then as I listened at the door, I slowly realized what my mother was doing.Like any healthy young 16 year old boy, I jacked off several times a week, in my bed at night, and sometimes when I was in the shower. I knew what masturbating was, as I did it frequently. It never occurred to me that my mother did it. When I thought about it, my Father was away all week, and my Mother might get a bit horny, just like I did, and might play with herself.The. “Can I get you another drink?”“Sure. Gin and tonic.”We started conversing back and forth and he told me about himself. He was 40, married with 3 k**s and from Akron, Ohio. He was in town for a plumber’s convention which was starting the next day and he came out early to catch the porn convention.“I have to tell you, I am a huge fan of yours.” He blurted out.“Oh really? Seen a lot of my movies huh?”“You can say that. I have all of them.” He smiled at me in a way that made me melt. “I even have.