I was wearing towel entered the bathroom she was in her black bra and pink panty. She gave a soap to me. Her skin is very white and very well maintain...ed.I started applying soap my dick was just popping out of the towel. I was correcting my towel again and again she told me to remove the towel n keep it on the hanker as she will not turn this side. She was bending and I applied soap to her back. She removed her bra hook so that I can move my hands freely.Then I started rubbing her lower back my. I binned the wrappings. The oven still wasn't ready. How not ready? Two degrees. Stuff it! I put the pizzas in but that still left fifteen to twenty minutes and I didn't want to intrude on Morag. Ah, E-mails! So upstairs I went to my computer and fired it up. Sunday evening slowness but then I was there. Four spam and a not very funny "funny" from a friend. Ho Hum! Back downstairs. Still ten minutes. Come on," I thought to myself. "She hasn't spoken to her mother properly for Heaven knows how. "Not yet", I gasped, breaking off our kiss. "I don't feel ready for that yet". I kissed him again, almost apologetic for exciting him. "There's something else I can do for you though". He looked confused."Has anyone given you a blow job before?" I asked. "No", he said. "Never." "Would you like me to?" I asked him. I almost regretted the question the moment it left my lips. I felt so embarrassed the moment I'd asked the question, but I needn't have been. He responded by tugging at his. ”I started stroking myself again. I felt her lean over me. She lightly kissed my lips and my face and whispering little words of encouragement and telling me to relax, again and again. “Sweetheart.”“Yes. Susan.”“Do you trust me?”“Yes.”“Completely.”“Uh-huh.”“Good. Then just relax and let yourself go. I’m gonna take care of you.”Soon, I was starting to drift into my masturbation fantasy. The light touch of Susan’s lips on mine were helping, but still felt self-conscious about letting her see me.