Rekha already had her breakfast and was ready for her tuition at a nearby house, with a colleague of my mother; we call him ‘Professor Uncle’, a b...achelor in his forties. Actually she was waking me up as my parents already left for some marriages or social functions, as usual in holidays and Rekha had to serve my breakfast before leaving for tuition. Her tongue was very sharp and her scolding required a lot of tolerance on my part;Moreover she was as stronger as me and to defeat her physically. Feeling the blood start to rush away from my head and into my cock I proceeded hastily down to the bedroom. I opened the door, expecting to see my lover but there was a note and a pile of clothes on the edge of the bed instead."Put me on x" the note read so I dutifully got undressed and began to robe myself in the clothes she wanted me to wear. A matching pink bra and panty set which i happily slipped on as well as some lovely stockings with a suspender belt. I was so excited that my dick stood. . “ I stammered.“Come on. Don’t be a chicken. We all do it.“ He was undoing his belt and unzipping his fly. My mind started reeling. Was this really happening? This cute guy I had a crush on, was he really about to take his dick out right in front of me? And play with it? While I sat there and watched him do it? Before I could process all the questions, Cameron shucked his jeans and underwear down around his knees. His boner popped out and flopped into view. Even in the darkened room I could. “I need your help right now young man!” I knew that voice and so understood that it brokered no leniency. With reluctance and slow steps, I reversed my direction and went down the lit wooden stairway to the cement basement.“Hurry Jason!”Mom was standing on a old stool and was stretching upward upon her toes so that her calves bunched up, a box that saw better days ten years ago, looked ready to tumble directly down upon her. I wasn’t sure if she was placing it on the shelf or removing it — but.