He asked if he could feel the material of the dress and I too quickly said yes please. His hand on the top of my thigh was warm and I felt my heart b...at accelerate as I flushed with heat. The booth was very private and I was feeling the effect of three glasses of wine. I quit talking now and just stared at him. I uncrossed my legs and opened them ever so slightly. He noticed. His hand moved slowly off the dress to my leg encased in a silky pair of thigh highs. He paused for my reaction.. I exploded. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Mom gave me a handjob every night for the next week. Sometimes, in the morning, too. Before her zoom meeting, she would jerk me off. She would be wearing a professional blouse from the waist up but would be in sweatpants or even just panties while I came. Her coworkers couldn't see her otherwise. It was incredible every time.It was in the evening. I was watching TV in the living room, bored, when Jamie ran out of her bedroom in a tank top and a pair of. She looked back at me with an expression of sheer pleasure. I moved my finger around, slowly at first, then picking up speed. I continued fingering her rhythmically as her breathing got deeper and deeper. “Don’t you dare stop I’m gonna cum!” I pulled my finger out of her quickly, pulled down her thong, and moved my erection toward her ass. I started rubbing my throbbing dick against her sopping wet entrance “Ashley, do you want me to fuck you?” I asked softly. Her reply was to push her ass. My mother Olga has these curly locks and long straight hair in back, and her mother in Norway did, and her mother did, and so on, as far back as anyone can remember. I'm not crazy about it, to be honest, because you're right, I don't like the attention it brings me. But at the same time, I'm kind of proud to be carrying on a family tradition."He nodded. "Ah. Cool. That's pretty neat, actually. Who knows? Maybe if you go enough generations back, there's an axe-wielding Viking berserker named.