I yet can’t tell if she skidded deliberately or if it was just an accident, but she requested that I grabbed her waist as she tripped over. My heart...pumped out of my chest and only was looking forward on how to fuck this milf, my eyes avidly searching her body looking for her curves, trying to discover her goodies and sensuality hidden under that blue navy dress that masked her lewdness, along with the prominent ass. Her tits were not big, erect though. We had made it about three steps. .. well, little man now, want for his birthday.”She looked dead at me, seemingly anxious about what I could possibly want from her. I stood up, walked to her and hugged her tight to me. She shivered, she always loved when I would hold her like this. I had no nervousness, I was ready to say it. “I’ll be blunt mom. I want to make love to you. That’s what I want for my birthday.” Her jaw dropped in shock.“Max, am I hearing you right? You want to fuck me, your mother?” she asked, completely. And there was nothing till the massage was done. I thought in my mind to ask for the happy ending but I got afraid so kept quiet then she asked me to turn forward. Oh, what a sight it was she climbed upon me and started massaging me she took the oil poured it on my chest and started rubbing. She was sitting on my lap so she used to bend whenever she massaged me I immediately got a boner and I think she noticed it but she didn’t say anything. Then she came near my thighs and started rubbing I. . Can't trust Ron and Hermione anymore. No real surprise there. Went to that stupid trial, didn't care much. Fudge is still burying his face in the sand, Dumbledore is ignoring me, Sirius thinks I'm my father and calls me James. So nothings' really changed.Sitting here up in the Gryffindor dorm, wondering why I bother anymore ... And avoiding Ron and Hermione. The questions, always with the damn questions. "How are you feeling, Harry? Why don't you tell us anything, Harry? Want to play chess,.