Ping. I almost burn my fingers on the hot wetness of your pussy, and your juices cover the three fingers I already have inside. Ping. I’ve lost coun... of the floors but we must be close. Still we haven’t said anything. We don’t need to. This is what we need. A double ping. Fuck we must be there. One final kiss. Smooth down jacket. Tuck in shirt. Doors open. Pick up cases. Walk past the maid, who smiles. Fumble with the card key. Hand shaking slightly, open door to room 1917. After you... Now it. I ran over and turned on the shower, but I didn't get in. Instead, I opened my bathroom door a crack to watch my naked mother walking up the stairs. She was slowly going up. She knew I was watching. As she neared the top, she lowered the stack of clothes she was carrying and let me see her naked breasts.I heard Dad whistle in appreciation of the view from downstairs so I slowly and silently eased the door closed. Minutes later, I was weak in the knees as my cum shot out of my cock all over. I masturbated a lot at home I was dying to fuck her hard as her assets were mind blowing. Specially her her huge ass which were so juicy I wanted to lick it all.On third day when I went to gym I saw her at treadmill and she gave me a smile I was confused like what is happening I thought she liked my erected dick and wanted to get fucked and outside gym when she was going home I went to her and said sorry for my mistake but I shocked when she said its oka its quite obvious for your age to do. She loved being her own boss and leaving a home that was a dream to walk into gave her real job satisfaction. Most of the old clients had indeed wanted her back sharpish. And some of the new ones were a higher class of home. Real earners who wanted everything doing. Even down to the laundry.*She had felt the burn in the first week, going from a sedentary desk job to being constantly on the move. She had cleaned, washed and ironed for a few single, male professionals – an executive, a lawyer, a.