This piqued my interest, although having always been faithful to my wife, nothing came of it.A few years later, we had moved away, though we'd stayed ...n the same town. Barbara had started a traveling practice, and contacted friends offering a special rate in order to get her business off the ground. I'd been having some lingering trouble with my quadriceps, left over from a weight lifting injury, so I decided to book an appointment.I work from home, so it was easy enough to cut out for lunch. .Each stroke of her leather boots, running along my hard prick, I groaned each time with relief written all over my face that she had finally rubbed them on my cock, I could feel my cum building, " slow down, I want to milk you dry " as she lowered her boots my face visibly dropped in anguish.Walking around to her desk she pulled a drawer open, pulling a pair of gloves out she slowly eased them over her svelte like hands, teasing them over her fingers, her hand pushed me forward bending me over. The boys will also fuck her pussy, hopefully bringing her off as many times as possible. That will be heaven. We will then break for lunch. Then comes hell. Robert explains the plans in detail; Candy remains stoically kneeling, wordless; only the tremors of her lips revealing her inner turmoil. Simon approaches her, kneels besides her, hugs and kisses her, and opens his mouth, but before he can say anything, Candy stops him:"Don't say it. Don't. I love you. I really want to do this for you"We. I would often masturbate when you were in school, knowing that I had a few hours of privacy. If I needed to cum while I was working I would simply go to the staff toilet, lock myself in a stall and give myself a quick orgasm. I kept a small vibrator in my purse for just such emergencies. I really miss the physical contact with another human being but masturbation was such an easy way to resolve tension."Mother's aren't supposed to be aroused by their sons nor sons by their mothers. But I was..