When she came back she wasn't dressed for the pool which was a big disappointment. Her lustrous dark hair was pulled back and braided tightly behind h...r head. She had on high black boots and skin tight, wine colored riding breeches. Her melon sized breasts were thrusting boldly our above her waspishly thin waist through the white nylon jersey that she was wearing. She had a little black riding helmet clutched under her arm against her side. She was also holding a riding crop across her chest. Short, tight skirt and blouse or corset, to wrap her body up.She would have to wear full make up, lipstick, mascara.. not because she is not pretty without it, but because I love seeing ruined make-up from all the sucking, choking, gagging and spitting on her pretty face.I don’t know where would we meet, if it would be private hotel room, car, someone’s apartment, or some club, pub, maybe even on the street… but I do know that time from the moment we meet, until I spread her legs, rip her. . instinctively I knew it was my mom. I position my drawers so that I can fit stuff in better, bras on one side and panties on the other yada yada.. My bras were not moved at all, just my panties which I will admit made me a little upset because I had only worn them to try on at the store, they were brand new.I don't normally care if she goes through my drawers or gets them from the laundry hamper, which I know she does on a regular basis but it just annoyed me this time for some reason. I. The instructor once again put us throughour paces, leaving me gasping once again. But rather than hit the poolright away, I told Megan that we might want to use the treadmill becauseI saw three cute guys out front. Drawing a smile, she and I walked out,then found two treadmills close to where Stan, Robert and Bill wereworking out."That one over there is kind of cute Susan! Know him?"Since I couldn't say I knew Robert, I shook my head no. "But I met him,pointing at Bill, and him. His name is.