I was extremely turned on. The look in my mother’s eyes, her lips trembling, her cheeks flustered. She looked like she was in heat. My hand wandered...down below my waistline to find a crushing hard-on. It almost hurt I was so hard. Then Mom walked back in.“Listen, you know what? I won’t get upset if you just tell me where…” Her voice trailed off as her eyes locked on my crotch. She just kind of stopped dead in her tracks and stared at my hand, trying desperately to conceal the obvious. Mom. I’ve never seen mine and would love to. If I ever meet with another hopefully they will describe to me what I look like. I hate going to bars but sometimes my search sends me to such places. On this particular night I feel that strange feeling I so rarely have. I sit in the far corner watching the clientele through the thick veil of smoke and public shame attempting inconspicuousness. I’ve had a few and was about to leave when I got the feeling. This time it comes in the form of intense. She’ll tell me about the script she had commissioned. If I like it, we’ll work out a schedule, rehearse for about a month and then we do two performances a week, for as long as ticket sales hold up. Thursdays and Fridays. Not too bad. I can go after work.”Mel just nodded.“And that’s basically all I know,” I added.“I see. Two shows a week is not much.”“I don’t think she expects a big audience. We may have to move venues once or twice, just to keep the costs down. It’s her last public. .!At first she felt ashamed.. not knowing what to do and think, but the erotic side of the thought came over her, she felt the hot inside her whelm up again. She discovered then, that she got slightly aroused just by thinking of public, sex, masturbation, strangers...Time to cash up and leave, she gives her dayly till slip and cash drawer to Marian, her boss, shuts the door behind her and starts walking towards the bus stop. Her bus will be here in about ten minutes, so sits down under the.