We stopped a few hours later to stretch again and have some trail mix. We talked about the mountains and the birds and the trees. As we spoke I looked...her up and down. My eyes stopping at her beautiful thighs and gorgeous thighs. I couldn't help getting a hard on. It felt weird but somewhat pleasant to be turned on by my own mother. It felt right. Mom noticed I was checking her out. Again she seemed not to notice my odd behavior. We started hiking again and in a matter of a couple of hours we. I went there we were chatting all night around 3 am we slept .I was in couch and she was in her room. Morning she woke me up with coffee I said thanks and while having coffee she had tears in her eyes and she started saying her life story. No one would survive this.She said after long time she completely forgot her stress and enjoyed the day. I said pleasure was mine. Then suddenly we received a note saying one of our committee member passed away so she was forced to postpone the meeting, I. ”“How do you want me?”I blushed, embarrassed to say it out loud. Pushing past it, I responded, “I want you inside me.”“Ask politely.”“Please, Adam! I need you inside me. Please?” I asked desperately. My arousal was driving me mad.“I said ask politely, not beg,” he scolded. I let out a whimper and took a shuddering breath, trying to gain some semblance of control over myself.“Please, Adam?” I asked calmly. “Please?” A slow smile creeped along his face before he leaned down, pressing his body. The room was small andI had to share the bathroom, but I was finally on my own again,Master...er...Mistress of my own destiny again. It was exhilarating toget some semblance of my life back in order. My little pussy was nowalmost fully healed; no more bleeding or pain and I even had a smallorgasm while dilating in my new place. I felt confident enough toactually date one of the men at work, Tom. Tom was kind of a rugged guyand although his physical stature was bigger than mine, by the.