I saw my mother on her bed, on her knees, with her head down, facing the TV screen, and she still had had her dark blue blouse on, but no skirt. Steve...was kneeling behind her, and he was fucking my mother doggy-style. In fact, the word “fucking” just doesn’t do justice to what he was doing to my mother at that moment. Steve was relentlessly pounding my mother’s pussy, hammering it like there was no tomorrow, slamming into it like a jackhammer. He was holding her by the hips, like he didn’t want. Sitting next to me on the tube we chatted, we were both very nervous. I moved to kiss her and she responded my moving to join me. She was a great kisser, with my experience, the better the kisser the better the fuck. As we pulled away she whispered I've been looking forward to this for 2 days. We walked to the hotel very quickly, checked in, she said she wanted to o to the bar quickly, and brought a bottle of white. We must have looked unusual in the hotel, her in her secretary outfit and me. “Mm, someone got cock this morning.” Julia laughed and elbowed her lightly. Then she said, “what would you say if I told you Leroy has eyes for you?” Jenny stopped in her tracks. “Don’t fuck with me, Julia. You don’t say a thing like that about a man like him. It would be like telling a junky you will give them a hit and then take it away.” Julia smiled at her. “relax, it’s true. He told me this morning. Do you want to come with me this afternoon?” “Do I? Of course, I will.” They walked. “Yes, Sir, I only wear them on the most special occasions,” she explained. “So, you’ve had them for five years, since your cousin Matt took your virginity, if I remember the story correctly,” I said. “Yes, Master, your recollection is correct,” she answered, as I slipped the sacred blue panties slowly up her well-toned legs and over her tight ass, and into place. “What occasions are special enough to you, that you decide to wear them?” I inquired. She blushed, and looked down at the floor. “I.