’ ‘It really did. Sometimes things just work out that way. So I gave you some options, left it for you to decide, and hoped you’d make the right...decision. And you did. ‘But I acted a bit unethically when I touched you in ways that are not a part of therapeutic massages. However I felt that was the only way to let you experience some things that I was pretty sure you wouldn’t ask for.’ ‘Like kissing my nipples?’ she says with a smile. ‘Yes. I felt I just had to nudge you a bit. And now I’m. .and I have a great ass."With that, I slapped it. I did it to tease her, but it felt so good."Unh, that felt kinda good. Do it again, please?"I laughed. "So you like a good spanking?" Mhmm. Not with like whips and stuff. But a good slap on my ass can get me hot. It's the whole pain/pleasure thing. Don't look at me like that, young man. You just dipped your wick for the first time so you have no point of reference. Now slap my ass again, please..." Your wish, aww you know the rest..." I gave her. This time there was no girdle, only the stockings and my mother’s skirt. I picked the stockings up from the bed to look at them. They were a shade commonly referred to in the 60s and early 70s as cinnamon. The stockings were ultra sheer with reinforced toes and nude heels. As I tried to look at them better I realized that my mother had tied them together in the center of their length and the knot was tight in that I could not quickly undo it.I looked out an upstairs window to check to be sure. We got too hot in the dark and never wanted to end it and pulled my Head to suck her more and more. But a loud cough from behind awoke my senses as She was about to moan and I pulled back to make her surprisingly stare at me.I went to her Ear and sweetly told her to relax as it’s a public place and her moan may alert our neighbors and she too quickly secured her open dress and I said sorry to leave her like that and she smiled at me in the dark to kiss me on the cheek for a longer time and.