"At the Ritz, they were seated in a booth in a section where they had privacy. Both ordered drinks. Josh a beer while Victoria wanted a long island ic...d tea. Josh didn't protest the twelve dollar drink knowing that if she got tipsy, she got horny, and if she got horny, he would received a special dessert."Now that we've won this case, this is cause for celebration," he said, feeling her foot in her silk stocking playing with his shin bone."That's a lot of money." Even if the appeals court cuts. With the same deliberate smooth slowness, she watched him take off his shoes and socks. His hands moved to his waist, unbuckled his belt, and snapped the waistband open. She heard the snap, then the sound of the zipper being pulled, and watched as the jeans opened, dropped, and were put with the rest of his clothes. Her eyes were drawn to his body; never before had she seen a man naked before. The flatness of his belly, with the rising fleshy organ where she had none, the muscular thighs. "With that I hung up and treated myself to the most intense orgasm of my life."Oh, my god," I thought. "What am I doing?"Up until that point, I had been okay with masturbating while fantasizing about my son – because it was just that – a very naughty fantasy that only I (well, and my best friend, Jill) knew about. When Matt called that night, I was still feeling guilty – but had resolved to address it with him and put a stop to any further inappropriate conversations between the two of us. So. "Mom, calm down. Don't be upset. I was just paying you a compliment. I can't help noticing how sexy you are, I'm only human! God you feel wonderful in my arms, but you are way too tense. I think you need a massage."I pushed my mother on the bed and forced her to lay down. Then I got on top of her and began to rub her body through the robe. She struggled at first, but quickly tired herself out. Here's where the drugs helped. She was drugged, a little dunk, exhausted from fighting me... and now.