..I started to stroke while smelling herpanty and even licked it.Suddenly I heard few claps. I opened my eyes to see her standing behind me withlusty ...lazed look on her sexy face. I stopped stroking. She asked me to goahead, as a boy of my age must jerk off to stay sane.She started to massage my back and got very close to me. For me it was a longheld dream coming true. I was told to take bath fast as she had a surprisewaiting for me.When I got out she has laid the table with candle lights. I. She was looking forward to a hot bath and maybe having a few drinks before going to bed early. She stared out the window of the bus wondering if her life would have been different without Fred and her son Brian. She could at least go back to school. She had taken a few classes at a junior college before Fred made her stop. She thought about moving to the west coast. She had about two thousand dollars saved up that Fred didn’t know about. She could just leave and he was too lazy to bother. “It’s nothing to do with that. You’ve got your studies to …”“It’s not your call, Mom.” The past few years had been tough for her and he’d tried to play the good son, but enough was enough. “I’m eighteen and if I wanna work weekends, that’s my choice. Why else have I been helping out Uncle Bobby all these years?” Digging rockeries and lugging stone around for his uncle’s landscaping business had turned him into the tower of brawn he was today. It was time to put his skills and strength to use.. Her face might have been red from anger, but she was also deeply embarrassed.“The procedure manual requires us to shave any pubic hair. Would you prefer to do that for us Mr. Jones?”They were drawing me in as a participant in the humiliation of Susan. By asking, rather than ordering, my participation I was having to actively choose to be involved.They brought out a tray with electric clippers, gel, and a razor. “we expect her to be as smooth as a baby’s behind”. Truth is, this aroused me.