As you sit and drink your martini, you remember your friends got you a masseuse voucher at your last birthday. You reach across and dig it out of your...drawer next to your sofa. Looking at the description, you wonder why you didn’t use it before.Mobile male masseuse. Voucher for one full body massage, lasting up to one hour. Areas to be specified by client at time of visit, no restrictions, no refunds.You like the sound of that. An hour of a professional teasing out the stress from your muscles. I divide up my life into small separate cases – you may have noticed I don't talk that much about my day to day work life. You've never pried, and I really appreciate that, but apparently it's another example of this on my part. My behavior in New Orleans was another example of this – everything was compartmentalized. What I did there was nothing to do with my life with you in LA. I think I understood this at a conceptual level, but I didn't understand why or how I could think that. Because it. "No, mother... I don't think you've quite got this, have you? We don't want you to tell us about sex, we want you to show us." But... isn't that what it seems I've been doing for awhile - showing you all about sex?" No you old tart! Not showing - doing! We want to have sex with you." But... but I'm your mother! We can't!" Why not?" Well... for a start, i's illegal. It's called incest" Illegal or not, that's want we want... or else it's a trip to the accident department for you when we show. "That is for screaming so nicely for me," she told me, squeezing my bum. "Now it is your turn to make me scream."She pushed me gently off her and onto the floor, then stood over me as she slid her panties off. Sitting back down, she opened her legs wide, with me between them. Her pussy was totally bare, smooth-shaven, and wide open for me.I lowered my head, my tongue tracing a path along the wet slit, widening the lips easily. From her squirming, I guessed she had not enjoyed this kind of.