He held her head firmly with both hands and then began rubbing his balls back and forth across her outstretched tongue. Back and forth. Back and forth.... Having her tongue out so far made her mouth sore, but she didn’t dare complain. He continued wetting his balls with her tongue for several minutes. Then, with his penis fully erect, he was ready for his next move. “Get on the bed.” She lay down on his bed, on her back, keeping her arms obediently at her sides. His eyes running over her body gave. Her body presses against me and is soft like a pillow and warm. Her breasts press into my chest and I can feel her nipples straining against my skin.I tell her I love her and that I'm going to make love to her. She smiles and simply says "Please." I lay her gently on her stomach and straddle her small waist. I move her long, silky, brown hair out of the way and grab a bottle of oil from nearby and pour some into my hands and rub them together to warm the oil. Then I slide my hands up her back. Chris, sorry, Christine Harper is a very striking lady. Elegant. Needs little or no make up. Sometimes just a touch to soften or, highlight her striking bone structure. Not overdone. Hair always immaculate, never out of place. More often than not, worn up.A head turner. Certainly. Mid-thirties I reckon. Christine Harper commands authority. Demands authority. Oozes authority. Oozes sexuality. Just out of reach sexuality.A good height too, not too tall. A reasonable heel accentuating the toned. I would get more daring and then pull back, too, for fear of going too far and offending her. But I grew gradually more sure that Mum really could be had if things just worked out. When the break finally came, it was all so simple. It was Saturday morning, a very warm day for the end of April. I had just showered and was sitting at the breakfast table, wearing just a pair of shorts. Mum had the same golf skirt on and was bringing more bacon and eggs to put on my plate. She stood right beside.