Judy sobbed as she waggled her ass, churning it back at him with each stab of his hard, throbbing cock. She was close to orgasm already, and her pussy...burned and throbbed, her clit pulsating with tightness. She licked at her lips, her eyes opening and closing, her left hand clawing at the sheet. Each time her son fucked her, it seemed better than the last, made her fiery cunt burn with a roaring flame, a fire that consumed her. The less inhibitions she showed, the better her son loved it, and. Of course being special was as much of a curse as it was a blessing. Most people don’t want to be special. Society was very good at imposing mundane uniformity and often cruel to those who didn’t fit into its categories of “normality”. There was even a Japanese saying which summed it up; the saying that the nail that stood up was hammered down until it was level with the rest. Gay people of course were all too aware of this. They, most demonstrably, didn’t fit into society’s definition of. No skimpy lace and nylon outfits, just a collection of beige bras and knickers. And certainly no suspenders (garters) and stockings! Pretty Polly tan tights (pantyhose) were the most glamorous of her underwear. Of course, curiosity had gotten the better of me and I had tried them on in private, and was amazed at the soft feel as they enveloped and caressed my lower body, arousing my younger self, giving me a painful erection, lovingly surrounded in nylon. However, the chance to indulge in this. After enjoying my climax for a few minutes, I put myself back together and prepared the room for another client.I didn’t tell my husband about having one of his football heroes as a client….probably because of the whole ‘happy ending’ situation….or maybe because I had really enjoyed it, and found that I was already looking forward to Tyler’s next session.When Tyler arrived for his scheduled appointment later that week, I didn’t bother to leave the room for him to disrobe, and we didn’t bother.