At an agreed to coffee shop and to bring my gear. I explained my nominal fees and restrictions on the use of my work and after we agreed to my terms I...hung up, took a shower and packed my gear and hit the road.Henry and Cindy lived about an hour from my place, and when I arrived at the coffee shop I immediately recognized them (and them me) as I walked in the door. Cindy was a very attractive woman in her late 50s, very curvy, nice large breasts, short brown hair and very deep brown eyes. I was. After the fourth ring, it went to voicemail. I hung up and tried again, but with the same result. I decided to leave a message this time. "Gina. Just worried about you. Gimme a call when you get this. Bye."That had been my last class, but I would have skipped any others as I started to walk briskly home. My heart was thudding in my chest as I walked, and despite the cold, I was sweating as I rushed to get to my car.I only had the faintest warning, before pain exploded in the back of my head,. It occurs to me that these are not the normal actions ofa man but of a woman.As I come back down the stairs the door bell rings and I quickly openthe door to Sarah, the only friend I have who knows me in this way.She is the owner of the chain of beauty salons that Roger had meworking at when he first dared me to accompany him to the dance at themuseum. While masquerade costumes were encouraged about half theguests were in tuxedos and evening gowns. I was in both as he haddared me to go with. Those same hungry, young eyes.“What are you up to, Mom?” he asked, voice thick and commanding.“Taking care of my son,” I said, throwing a look over my shoulder and smiling at him. The same sort of smile I used to beguile his father at sixteen. “Your cock is all dirty. Let your mother clean you up.”He gave me a big grin.My pussy burned as I climbed the stairs, that wet itch sending needful tingles rippling through my body, just begging to be naughty. My panties soaked up my juices leaking out of.