I can hear you breathing, even though you're sleeping, it's turning me on that you are right there as I'm touching myself. My fingers slowly start to ...ub my throbbing clit. I reach further down and touch my wetness. It's already starting to create a drip. I start to work on my clit. Back and forth with slight pressure. Trying to be quiet. I don't want to wake you. Not yet. I take a break and start to finger myself. It's so warm up inside there. So wet...and oh God that feels so good.. And as any man who has ever had erotic thoughts about his mother will tell you, seeing her vulva, her lips, her clit for the first time, well, there are no words to describe the feeling or the intensity of the arousal. Sure you get an instant erection, but it's more than that. This is the woman you've known and loved the longest. It's the woman you first had any kind of relationship with. It's the woman you've been totally heart to heart with. And if you'll admit it, it's the woman you want to. "Call me between noon and one tomarrow. I will let you know what clothing to wear and where to meet." Her face went pale as I told her what to do, she did not believe that this man who worked for the sub-contractor was actually telling her what to do. I left her standing there holding the business card as I finished my shopping.The nest day at 1257 my phone rings, I did not reconize the number. "This is Gene." as I answered my phone. The familuar voice on the other end sounded different "Sir. I peered blearily. There was a tumble drier about six feet away on a raised brick plinth across a flagstone paved floor. I tried to lift my head but that was too painful. I moved my eyes as far as I could. Next to the tumble drier was a washing machine, also in operation. Beyond that was a doorway up a step into a lighted kitchen. I was lying on a light blue blanket on the stone floor. I closed my eyes again and tried to sleep. +++ I opened my eyes again. The tumble drier had stopped. It had.