"You can start at my feet."I could start what at his feet? Did he want me to massage him? I sat for a moment uncertain and blind, not even knowing whe...e he was much less what to do when I found him."Pet?" the tone of the question had me moving. I searched the bed with the palm of my hand, running it along the soft silky feeling comforter until I found skin. His foot was long and lean, his toes slender and hairy. I rubbed them gently before starting on the sole of his foot with my thumbs. I knew. That was a rough big hand. My mom was all for it! She tried to move me aside a bit. I lowered my eyes and saw that man’s hand fondling her thigh through her dress lowering down and down. Then the hem was slowly pulled up by it. I saw that rough hand squeezing the tender tanned skin of my mom. I saw his fingers moving apart the thing strings and trifling her hairy place.It lasted about 15 minutes until the subway become less crowded. But even that didn’t stop him. He did the dress straight but. Either you can spend the next two weeks free to play with your cock and make yourself cum whenever you want… or, you can spend the next two weeks eating my pussy and making me cum whenever I want you to. The catch is you can’t do both, so if give you two weeks of freedom, then you don’t get to taste my pussy once until that two weeks is up. On the other hand, if you choose to eat my pussy, then you don’t get to touch your cock or cum at all. Any questions?”“Yes Princess…if I choose to eat your. I have to admit she fills out her yellow bikini very nicely. I may be her son, but it's difficult not to notice her full breasts, narrow waist, and flaring hips. Her legs are long, sculpted by hours doing laps in the pool and biking around the hills near our house. Mom likes to keep in shape; she went on a total fitness kick after dad left and she's kept to the regimen religiously ever since.I've inherited my mother's coloring: blond hair, blue eyes, tan easily. I'm about average for my age,.