She must have been around 25 years of age but her body looked only half her age. She must have been just over five feet (153 cms) tall, had long, blac... hair and was wearing a tight short white dress. It looked like glued to her very fit body. For contrast she wore a black leather belt around her waist. She was not wearing a bra. Not that she needed it. I could see through the dress, her dark aerolas and tiny nipples poking out. A slight rounding gave a hint. This is where her tiny tits are. I just went and hugged her from behind.Mom: Careful. I am preparing dinner for us.Me: Sorry.And slowly I put my hands on my mother’s boobs and started playing with them.Mom: You still crave for these, huh?! Back when you were a kid, you always used to cry for your mother’s milk.Me: Really?! Do they still have milk?Mom: Probably not.Me: Come on. Let’s at least try.Mom: You are such a demanding kid. Okay, you can try but do not utter a single word about this to your father.Me: Of course, I. You wouldn’t even know it was there. They really didn’t advertise too much. In fact, I only saw it in this magazine. But, they did say that it was an experience you would never forget. I really couldn’t imagine what they meant by that. What could be so exciting about massages and other spa services? I was really excited to find out what that meant exactly.My appointment was at nine o’clock today. I got ready and drove over to the spa. It was about a forty-five minute trip to get there. It was a. I followed the man into a vacant stall where after locking the door I turned and saw the man had dropped his trousers, to say I was shocked would be an under statement for he was wearing a full set of ladies undies, stockings held up by suspenders and panties that were so shiny and all in black, he sat down and put his hand out and taking hold of my own he pulled towards him, seconds later my jeans were around my ankles along with my yfronts, he wasted no time as he started to play with my cock.