My mother's bed had a mirrored headboard adding to the perverted rush her pliant body was providing. It didn't take long for my first orgasm. "Oh god,...mom, I am going to cum all over your pretty feet. Jesus, mommy, cummmming so fucking hard!" I pressed her soles against my balls as I spewed my first hot wave of spunk over her perfect feet. My semen covered the space between her big toe and long toe and I took my cock head and pressed it between them as it twitched in the aftermath of orgasm,. He moves in behind me, and brushes my hair from my right shoulder and bends and kisses the back of my neck, this brings me to my knees, and I’m putty in his hands. I lean back into his chest, holding on to the worktop for support, I moan my delight at this work on my most erogenous zone I have. I move my hands to behind me and rub him through his trousers, as he moves his arms to stroke my bum. We some how manage to walk like this, though to my bedroom. The room is all soft lights and subdued. Matt and I were on the dance floor when John caught up to us. He asked to cut in, and Matt allowed.We finished our dance, and headed back to the bar for a drink. We sat down and talked over drinks. It was the generic, "What's your name? Where are you from?" After another drink, and relearning everything to know about the other, we headed to the dance floor. A sexy little number was playing, and we danced and grinded each other while it played.After a few more songs, and my fourth or fifth. She stopped tying her hair tightly in a plait and went for a shoulder length blunt cut with a few bangs. Breaking the ice A great side effect of our arrangement was that I would need a shower after a workout. So we would take turns to shower in her apartment. Initially I would get my own towel but one day when I forgot she kept aside a towel for me to use. That was the beginning of our intimacy. After our showers she would inevitably force me to have dinner at her place. I would tinker around.