Somehow, exposing herself that way to her son's friends had felt good. It had made her very hot, very eager, ready and willing to fuck him.Taking her ...eer along, she went into the living room and looked out the window. They were still sitting there, and her son, it seemed was the only one with his cock out. His robe was open, but still on. Those stories about sexual orgies in the desert had to be true, she thought. And her son was involved. She thought she had given him his first fuck, but she. I’d known that there were private dining rooms and I’d just assumed the party was in one of those. The rather large man, effectively blocking the doorway while eying me suspiciously was further evidence of the private nature of the event.He said, “Private party,” as he held out his hand to stop me entering. “I need to see an invite before I can let you in.”What invite, I thought? Rebecca or Marcia hadn’t mentioned anything about an invite. Then I remembered I’d told Marcia that I’d call Rebecca. I promise that I will never do anything like it again. If I had known how upset you would be, I would have just wished her a ?happy birthday?.??I am going to think about how you are going to be punished so that you never have an affair again. In the meantime you can sweeten my mood by massaging my feet!??Yes darling.??Don?t take off my shoes, I like the idea of you having to try a little harder to please me. As you may have noticed, I am not in a particularly forgiving mood.??I do love you. But I couldn't help myself - she had me under her spell. On the evening itself, I arrived at her apartment - punctually, but shaking with nerves. She answered the door wearing a short blue dress and, I suspected and later confirmed, nothing else. She invited me in. The apartment itself was large and modern - the main living area dominated by the large pieces of pop art she used to decorate the place. The huge pieces of graphic artwork clashed violently with each other. I followed her to the.