I sat on the couch looking fucking hot. I had my black open toe heels on, revealing my soft toes which were painted red. I wore a very short skirt wit...out panties and a pink tube top. My c-cup breasts were poking out of my top as I wasn't wearing a bra.The anticipation of her arrival was killing me. I began to bite my finger nails nervously. Finally there was a knock at the door. I stood up, did a final few touches to my hair in the mirror and opened the door."Hi!" I greeted as Jane stood in. It was her first day to the afternoon shift. Then I started to feel like butterflies in my stomach whenever she was in my cab. She was very shy and introvert. Slowly we began to talk just casual hi hello. I came to know that she had a boyfriend and was a bit demotivated. But I was in love. After a few days, her shift changed to the night shift. I started missing her like hell. So one day I messaged her on office communicator.I wanted to meet her and asked where was she sitting. So after my. I had just gotten a fantastic blow job from my mother, that sexless person about whom I never fantasized, never ever pictured as I jerked off. I knew she was a female; she had breasts and bought sanitary napkins and closed the door to the bathroom, but I never thought of her as a woman. She was just my mother, and all of a sudden she had given me a pipe-cleaning that I would never forget.She kicked off her shoes and dropped her uniform slacks to the floor. My eyes went to the hot pink bikini. I let her keep the apron on as I stripped down to my birthday suit. My erection was straining in Patti's general direction as I gently grasped her shoulders and lowered her body to the bed."Scoot over," I said, urging her toward the middle of the king-sized mattress. "Scoot over" may not be the height of romanticism, but functional language is important, when one wants his love to lie down in the middle of the bed.The apron still hadn't revealed its hidden wonders and Patti seemed to be taking.