I was absolutely correct – spanking my mother had made her wet, and her panties were ample evidence. I looked at her now, delighted to see a tiny pa...r of silky black panties, which didn’t fully hide her hairy pussy. I admired the view and then told her to turn round. Her plump backside was far too much for the panties; the red cheeks were a delight to see. My cock moved again. “Mother, touch your toes, just like a naughty schoolgirl.”No movement, but just as I was going to step across to slap. My thick long blondehair fell freely behind my shoulders. I still hadn't decided what to dowith it. And not having a girl, or any other reason to get it cut, I justwasn't in any hurry. My heart pounded in my broad chest as I sat there.The next station was mine, err, I mean, my parent's. I looked down at myfeet. I was wearing my winter walking boots. It wouldn't be very easy toremove them before I entered my parent's house. But they had beennecessary; it was snowing outside. Perhaps New York. “Ok Mr Greg, but I have never done anything with a boy...uh man before except for a little kissing.” “That’s ok Crissy, I'll be slow, gentle, and make sure your first time feels wonderful. She gave me a shy but scared smile. I turned her to face me and hugged her reassuringly. Running my fingers through her red hair I held her by the back of her head and gently kissed her, admiring her gorgeous green eyes, and the subtle scent of mint from where she had been chewing gum earlier in the day. She. She had carefully covered it in the blushpink material and had even had to pad the cups as the cups were to big evenfor her 40?D breasts. She pushed her arms through the wide straps, hoisted her breasts high intocups the and strained to fasten the 7 hooks at the back, wincing as she putpressure on the nipple clamps. H er bosom was now about 4? higher and 6 ? bigger,due to the padded cups and the much shortened straps. H er view of the floorwas now severely restricted by the two missile nose.