To see mum pulling up her panties or sliding on her stockings, gave my pre-pubescent cock a raging stiffy.Mum has always been a good looking woman, lo...ely long legs and gorgeous tits, I remember regularly wanking my little prick thinking about mum. Years later I graduated to taking her panties out of the laundry basket and can still remember the sheer excitement of wrapping them round my hardening cock as I wanked myself to a wonderful orgasm. Mum and Dad had a good life, plenty of friends who. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! The sound resonated throughout the house. Master had a microphone plugged into his stereo to hammer his point to we lowly females under his ministrations. I could feel Mistress’ agony over the airwaves. ‘How does it feel when the shoe is on the other foot’ I thought ruefully. Did she think he was going to be easy on her? His own wife, undermining his authority, lying to him, blaming it on their innocent charges? I hoped he wasn’t using a razor strap on her, but it. While I probably should have asked a couple of my students to help, that would have just caused, shall we say, discord. So I called the Environmental Studies department at the University of the Sunshine Coast to see if they had a grad student in my field who might need some extra money. They connected me to Oliver, a tall, bookish sort, the kind of demeanor that just screamed “grad student.” He knew his stuff well enough to be a great deal of help in my research. We packed my equipment into. “Can I take it out? she asked.Sven nodded and she unbuttoned his pants and pulled down his underwear and lifted out his half-hard cock. I sat on a chair next to the bed and watched. Mom jerked gently and it began to grow in her hands."Mmm," they both said."It's very nice," Mom said."I understand that you have handled my daughter well with this one."She got up and took off her sweater and skirt. She now wore only a black bra, transparent stockings and a black panty underneath. She took off.