"Yes," said Sue. "I will remove the device just before he goes, so it's not obvious in the men's changing room, and then put it back on him as soon as...he gets home," she said."Well speaking of the men's changing room, wouldn't you like to know what some of his yummy mates are packing in their pants?" Sue mused. "We’d never get to access that imagery normally, would we?" She said with a mischievous grin."Well, no," concluded Sue. "And I must admit I've often had horny thoughts and wondered about. I haven't offended your sensibilities have I? I know I've been putting you off for weeks, but after last night there doesn't seem to be much future in that."I stared back at her sighing with relief. I reached out and kissed her gently on the lips. She responded vigorously with her tongue and then pressed her breasts against me. She undid a couple of my shirt buttons and touched my chest. She pushed at my jacket frustratedly."Come on, you're wearing far too many clothes. What is wrong with you?". I sighed to myself at memories of parties I had been to back in Europe, of standing outside in the freezing cold as the clock chimed midnight. I contemplated the vest top and faded pyjama bottoms I was now wearing, remembered that it was 26C and unlikely to snow, and sadly concluded I was a latter day Cinderella.I had been messaging my friend in Ukraine and sharing a little of the excitement at the ball she was attending. She had returned to her room for a sleep before returning to the dance. She looked at my tool lovingly. I realized that though she is my mom, but biologically she is a woman too. Deprived of sex for too long. While I was climbing on her, she said teasingly, ” Baba (my pet name), what if you get a young beautiful girl tomorrow? You will then forget me. I toldHer that she is my first women & will remain that way. (I had some crushed on girls before, but nothing went further than holding hands type). She let out a deep breath & lifted her body in an arc. I kept.