I had to kick the covers off of me. My shorts felt heavy and my shirt felt wet. What was going on with me? My hand went to my stomach and slid under t...e little tank. Slowly I lifted my shirt using just a hint of nails to scratch along my stomach. The feeling of hands on me made my thighs quiver. I brought my knees up towards my chest so I could rub them with my other hand. I grabbed at the meat on my inner thigh trying to fight away these inappropriate thoughts. Don't I have any control? "NO.". I have seen you in this blouse for a very long time. It will not give the correct measurements. And also, you are attending a function for the first time in the city. It should have a perfect fitting.”Mom was hesitant and thought for a while.Mom: Son, is this okay for a son to take measurements of his mom?Son: Mom, this is absolutely normal. I am a fashion designer I take a measurement of ladies very often.Mom thought for a while and said fine. I asked her to come before me and started taking. I realised she was crying and I pulled her close, wrapping my arms around her as she sobbed against my shoulder. I could smell her sweet scent, perfume mixed with hair shampoo and I held her more tightly as she leaned in to me. Every instinct in my body screamed that this was wrong, I shouldn’t be doing this but I needed to feel her against me, her breasts pressed to my chest, her soft skin so close to me. Her sobs died down and she relaxed, her breathing returning to normal after her flight. I pulled my shirt off and gave her a kiss and asked how was it to have a mouthful of cum. Lovely, she whined. It was okay if she was lying, because theres absolutely everything horny about cumming in a girls mouth who doesnt care for the taste of cum. Either way…..although it was clear she lusted after the act of it, because she has to…..because shes terrified of the ass-fucking Ill give her…..the ass-fucking she secretly craves, yet fears in equal measure. Lily watched my hands unbuckle my.