" She looked at me, shocked at what I said. "You heard me. Get on your fucking knees, slut." Slowly, she got on her knees in front of me. She never br...ke eye contact. "What do you want me to do?" I gave her a little grin. "Do what you do best." That was all the direction she needed. She reached up and pulled down my skirt and panties at once, then spread my legs. "I've never done this before," she admitted. For a moment, I felt bad. I had never been the dominant type and I knew that her first. After a moment, she seemed to remember that she was holding people up behind her and resumed the search for her seat. She stopped just before my row and looked at her ticket. ‘Looks like this is my seat,’ she said with a friendly smile, and looked at the seat next to me. I smiled at her and rose to my feet to let her in. She thanked me and brushed by me. When our bodies touched, it felt electric. Her breasts slid across my chest, and I briefly imagined the friction against her nipples, rolling. Then her panties were next, I had a full side view now of my mom naked! I could not help but to start stroking myself…and as my mom sat at her vanity applying lotion to her body…I came! After that night I would view my mom undressing more times than not; that is until she re-married three years later and my step-daddy found my “peeping” spot and covered it with a suitcase.When I turned 18, and a senior in high school, my parents told me they were taking a vacation. I thought “sweet, party. “To be honest, I was glad when you asked me for that. I was hoping you would take me up on it for an hour. Not for the money, but because I also genuinely enjoy it like that. More like a date than business. Plus I liked how you looked Paul, I just did not know why at the time.” I then walked her to her new home. We kissed one more time holding each other tight, and I returned and went to bed.The next evening, we called Mark. We made up a story, saying that she had answered my ad in the paper.