In the meantime she and Terry continued meeting at out of the way motels in and out of town. He, of course, hinted at an even larger raise, which kept...Mom showing up for their weekly and sometimes biweekly trysts. I encouraged her as well, as I needed some time of my own.In all honesty Mom is one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen with a body to kill for. And now that I've taught her a great deal of what Monica taught me, she is one hell of a lay. I guess what I'm trying to say is it. "Squirt," shampoo goes from the bottle to my palm. I rub my hands together as the aroma of coconut fills the shower. I start massaging your scalp. Back and forth, back and forth my hands go through your hair. I caress your scalp with small massaging circles. Soap trickles down your neck and onto your chest to my breasts. Your erection starts to grow as my hardened nipples graze your chest. As I tip toe to reach the back of your head, my nipples are almost to your chin. You bend downward,. "Estelle simply sighed, for she knew that she was helpless against her mistress's advances. After all, their personalities dictated the roles they played; it was not a conscious decision for either of them. Were it not for Amelia's unyielding pursuit in the first place, she might still be a virgin. Of course, none of that mattered at the moment because the wheels on the mouse were rotating against her left nipple, making it quite difficult to concentrate on anything else. She closed her eyes to. She still had not moved, but this time her eyes definitely responded. I had a terrible plan in mind for her. A tiny seed of thought had germinated in my brain when she and I were fucking and, despite my attempts to get rid of it, it had now taken firm root. Part of me was appalled: I knew that such a thought should never have crossed my mind and if it had I ought to have dismissed it instantly. But more of me was excited: I could do it, I wanted to do it, and I was going to do it. I knew, or at.