We moved outside and did a turn round the deck, finishing up at the stern to relax and get some fresh air. Mom leant against the rail, watching the wa...e, and I stood behind her clasping her in my arms and I think we both enjoyed the feel of my cock pressing against her bum. I was starting to feel that we were becoming a regular couple and, deep down, I wasn't sure how I felt about this, long term. I loved her and lusted for her body but she was my mother and I wasn't sure if, in face of the. She redid yesterday's subtle makeup,put a couple clips in my hair,carefully pinned the hat in place as thecrowning glory, and had me look at myself.I could not accept that this sweet looking younger girl was me. Somestranger named Stacy was staring at me with timid eyes. I rememberedlooking at girls like her, a couple years ago, and wishing I had the nerveto ask one to go out with me.Many people greeted us at church and asked about me; Liz explained thatthis was Stacy, and that our families. Her ankles and calves were throbbing and her toes were inexcruciating pain from the ballet heels.When she arrived in the exercise room the speaker voice ordered, "Sit onthe floor and stretch out those legs and try to put your ankles behindyour neck. Then get up on the bench and lock the seat belt around yourwaist."After Shayna stretched the tension out of her legs but failed to distendher ankles behind her neck she got up on the bench which was in areclined position. Shayna suspiciously. She began to whimper as he rubbed her pussy as they danced. Her thighs parted to allow the fingering and her juices were now streaming down her knees. Her eyes glazed, she was whimpering and moaning. her knees were buckling out of control but he held her up with the hand around her waist while his other hand was fingering her pussy and clitty in time to the sensuous music. A slow rhythmic African drum and flute tune which sounded like the thumping when a pussy is getting pumped.He seemed to be.