He put my hands above my head, spread apart, and taking one calve, spread my legs apart a bit so I was in a “book ‘em” position. This made me a ...ittle nervous as I could not see how I was supposed to relax standing up, but then, having never had a massage, I didn’t question it, figuring I would sound silly.I began to relax as I felt the warm oil dripping down the backs of my thighs, realizing he was just going to massage me and I had nothing to worry about. I felt his hands begin to rub the oil. The meeting moved onto other topics and other departments, and although Casey tried to listen the memory of her young students burning pussy beneath her fingers and the pert breast in her hand was very distracting. During a long talk concerning the feasibility of upgrading the IT facilities her own pussy began to moisten and her hand almost unconsciously crept under the table toward the middle of her legs. No! She thought, stopping herself. Not yet. But as a trickle of liquid slowly inched down. The potential for something further happening was obvious, but at age F..teen I just didn’t realize what was going to transpire over the next few months. I did enjoy drifting off to sleep beside her and waking up in the morning to find her sleeping next to me. I had begun to masturbate before I’d even reached thirteen and realized that the closeness of my mother would excite me terribly. If I had an erection while lying next to her and she had fallen asleep, I’d carefully slip out of bed and go. Her talents bloomed at night. Forget about cooking or cleaning that was my job again. She watched TV and read or at least looked at the pictures in fashion magazines. I don't believe that she ever touched a cook book in her life, so I made breakfast as usual, except now it was for two instead of for myself only. After three days I got tired of pizza for dinner and took her out for dinner and dance. She flirted with all the males and made them want to swap places with me. She was in her.