As the week passed, I implemented what Mrs. Elliston told me. I complimented Mom all the time. I told her that she looked pretty, that I liked her ski...rt or her shoes, I complimented her blouses. I hugged her, too, and offered her shoulder massages. I was getting her used to my touch. To being around me.But I didn’t know how to take this to the next level. I didn’t know how to move into an actual seduction. I needed help.As the week progressed, Mom relayed on me more and more for research. Since. I’d be gaping and a little sore for a while. I rode back to my little apartment with the dress tightly bunched between my cheeks; happy and satisfied, I was still tingling all over. They both got a squeeze (of their cocks) and a nice warm kiss. I went for a shower, a nap then, had to get ready for the evening – I still had to make a living.My cunt returned to (almost) normal, still a little loose and very well lubed. Even with time on the toilet, I was still leaking a little. Back then, all I. I really wanted his cock embedded deep inside me. Yes, I wanted to fuck my son, and badly. I felt my pussy juices leaking wantonly and desperately wanting a cock to get soaked into.Then I heard him say the words I wanted to hear so badly. “I want to fuck you mom, please ride me Vineeta,” Rick said clenching his teeth. I let the rock hard pole slide out my mouth. I was proud to see it glistening royally with my saliva. I had taken enough excitement for the day.I got up and sat over him with my. His driver took us to the same sports center I had gone to. Withinminutes he returned to the car and we drove to the courts. He veeredoff to the men's locker room, while I stepped into the women's for thefirst time ever. Nervous, but confident in the device I had on, Ifound a locker and quickly changed. Two other women walked by but didnot even look at me. He had found a court, and he let me serve first.As we played I became very aware that my skirt was flying high quite abit, treating him to.