Shit. I don’t know what to say” she said to Carla with a puzzled look on her face.“Now I can’t fuck him, marry him or anything! My fiancé’s...cock is spoiled because he fucked my mother! I can’t fucking believe this!” She said as her mouth hung open in amazement.I sat there speechless and I began to get hard again.“Look at you Mike! What the fuck! You’re getting an erection! Your fiancé just caught you fucking her mother and you get a stiffy!” she was really disgusted now.“Well, it is kind of. We stayed in touch between our massage session with our private email accounts. She was married and didn't want to get caught playing, and since we were playing at her work it was a nice safe place for us to meet since massage sessions are private and generally in the nude anyway. The only risk was us being "caught" by her employer at the physical ther****t office. The massage room was right next door to the therapy rooms, so only a wall and about 10-15 feet from an unassuming person while we. “You’re a hard man to find, Jon Tumble.”“Do I know you, friend?”“You have something that is mine and I came for it.”“We have never met. What could I have of yours?”“My Damsel of course.” I heard Cassie gasp at that but I kept my eyes on Jon.“I won her fair and square from her prior owner.”“I understand that ownership transfers at death.”He croaked out a meager “Yes.”“Well I just saved you from a likely death. So we can either settle up on the cost for that or I can arrange for a simpler. "Oh that feels good. I love the way hot water relaxes and soothes me. How about washing my back now?" she held out the sponge and soap and I knelt behind her as Mom leaned forward to give me easy reach to her back. I rubbed the soapy sponge in slow circles over her shoulders and back until I had covered the whole expanse two or three times, and then I soaked up hot water in the sponge and squeezed it out to flow over her and rinse her off. Mom stayed leaning forward for a long while, just.