Mom: Are you feeling pain?Me: Yes, mom, it’s like I broke my knees.My dick was still semi-erect pointing at her face.Mom: Look at how those evil spi...its are trying to hurt you.Me: Mom, please. Stop talking nonsense.Mom: Cool, honey. Wait, I will massage your knees. You will feel comfortable.She walked out of the room and came back with an ointment. She sat beside me and placed a napkin on my hard dick. The napkin is very short, and it became like a tent. She started massaging me with her soft. You're breaking his heart!"She stared at the floor for the longest time, struggling with her upbringing. As she sat there, her hair completely hiding her face as it hung straight down, Bob had a chance to take a long look at her. She wasn't a beauty, at least not in superficial terms, but she had this look about her that captured you. An attraction which couldn't be explained. The longer you were with her, the more lovely she became. She found enough words to continue her explanation. "I feel. I was studying at university in London so Lorna had decided that a shopping trip in the capital was in order. She’d booked at the last minute so she had managed to get decent but cheap rooms in a hotel. I’d been busy with my girlfriend on the day of Lorna’s arrival but I’d managed to get away by 7pm to meet for drinks in the bar of her hotel. I walked into the bar and noticed her straight away, she was sitting at the bar looking stunning. She was wearing a long black dress split right up. Not that I really minded all that much that I would have to go to her cubicle to fix her computer. First it would get me out of my tiny room that I sat in all alone, as I was the only IT guy here at the branch office of the company I worked for. And two, I quite enjoyed looking at Mrs. Miller even if she was old enough to be my mom. In fact I knew she had two daughters my age. But even so, she had taken care of herself and always dressed up for work with a nice fitting woman's business skirt.