"That's my son" my mother babbled unable to contain her excitement. I said hello but the guy just looked at me with penetrating black eyes.I noticed m... mother running her hand on his bald head as she wiggled her ass on his lap, an old whore trick to excite the man."Dance for me." the man finally spoke My mother didn't hesitate for a moment. She got up and started swaying to the tune. She turned around and thrust her ass out, on his face, shaking her big white booty.For next 20 minutes I watched. I just started driving in the direction of my place, not really thinking and not getting any direction otherwise. It wouldn’t be a long ride so I thought quick.“Did you go to school with them?”“No, they went to the same school but after I did,” her body lounged in the bucket seat. I did a quick inventory of her clothes: the tight booty-cut shorts, a workout bra, and a big hoodie. So three more questions and she'd be naked, unless she was wearing the 'future referenced' bra and panties at. She is a beauty beyond compare, Brown hair with a luscious golden glow that causes her to shine. A mild tan enveloped her arms and legs, and her green eyes seemed to dance around my body as I absorbed her features. Her bust for our age is extremely developed, only fourteen yet she her breasts entitle her to the title of a 34C, true perfection. Her hips complimented her hourglass figure, and gave promise of what would surely be the greatest ass. My attempt to remain confident and calm only. I never told anyone, but being used like that had an appeal to me. Where it came from or why I felt it was exciting I was clueless, but it was in my psych, I had a sexual fetish and I used it when I thought about stuff, like when I needed to masturbate, like a **** fetish.We stayed with each other and encouraged by external forces, the inevitable marriage happened, and we settled down in our respective careers and went about this co-existence together, neither in true love, in the emotional.