She looks stressed out.I hand her a glass of wine. One laced with an aphrodisiac. She's telling me about her day and how awful it was. I nod and smile...but don't really give a shit. I'm just pouring more wine and waiting for the d**g to take effect. I know when the d**g starts working because she says she's hot. She unbuttons the top button of her blouse. I tell her I'll give her a foot massage because she's been on her feet the whole day. She says I'm sweet.We sit on the couch, and I unstrap. Sara stood there for a long time, trying to decide what to do. She got up to leave several times, but each time she got to the entrance to the boys’ locker room, she stopped, and thought about their hard penises.Finally, she slowly returned to the last row of lockers before the shower room, and removed her clothing, one piece at a time, folding it and putting it down on one of the benches.When she was naked, she walked into the shower room as if in a trance, stood under a shower head, facing. I was awkward, shy, and skinny. I started noticing girls about the same time that I started noticing all of those cocks in the locker room shower. I was so afraid of getting an erection that I would often would hang back and take a quick shower at the last minute when very few others were still in there. One day I was taking my usual late shower when I was startled by someone else entering the shower. It was the new guy, Bill. He had a striking presence with his athletic build, blond hair, and. That move definitely took me by surprise.It surprised my cock too, resulting in it moving past the chubby stage to a raging hardon. Just as if my cock was remembering fucking my mother the previous day, it was demanding more of that action right then.Mom returned to the table bringing her own coffee to join me. She sat at the end of the table for four, crossed her long, lean, muscled legs.We looked at each other in silence for some moments. Her gaze seemed fixated on my face while my eyes were.