This happened when I was 17 years old; she was maybe on her early forties. It was a week end and we woke late that morning, I went to the kitchen wear...ng a white T-shirt and pink panties, to really get very surprised to see my mom at the kitchen table leaning forward with her black sexy lingerie’s. My hart start pouncing hard, I could not even say “Good morning”, I started to breathe very heavily, and I hardly could stand and walk. I was a masturbating addicted and always loved to come, and. The feeling of vulnerability was intoxicating to Rey as she beckoned herself to continue. Her fingers came to life again, her hips rising against them to increase the pressure. “Be with me” she managed to say between hurried breaths - a little louder this time. “..Please.” Her head shifted back again, her mouth opening fully. Rey imagined Ben’s hands again… although this time around her neck. She pinned her head back against the wall of the tub, pretending she was being held there by a dominant. "I wonder what she is thinking now?" I said to myself. "I hope I didn't ruin any thing." I got up, went to the down stairs bathroom, cleaned up, dressed and returned to the porch swing. A few minutes later Cheryl appeared with a plate of Nachos and cheese she prepared for us. We sat there, snacking and gabbing as if nothing happened. The next day went on as usual. Nothing out of the ordinary. After our evening chores were done and dinner was finished I took a long hot shower then went out on. The very thought of his bulk pressing her into duty as his personal cum bucket was enough to make her secret place all wet and sensitive buried under her French silk thong, the imported pantyhose with a totally sheer look even in the crotch area and her clinging plaid skirt that was supposed to be the colors of her Scottish forebears.She sat down in the conference room at a long table with twelve chairs on each side and a comfortable looking chair at the end that defied further description.The.