So the night was going well, everyone fairly hammered enjoying Led Zepplin and passing misc d**gs around talking about hockey, and other topics sure t...o be forgotten by sunrise. I found myself quite often alone with my new female friend talking about personal current passions, and issues. Following each other to and from the rest room as girls do. Then rejoining with the guys for more relaxed discussions drowned out by smoke and bass thumps. I started to notice constant contact between me and. 7 feet height with 40-30-41 body measurements. She was 42 years old at that time. My father works in a bank. He comes home tired and falls asleep as soon as after having dinner. So it was obvious that mom was upset with his behaviour.I have never thought of my mom in a wrong way. I used to sleep with her on the same bed until I was 16. Then we got separated. Now I live in a hostel. I was a very skinny kid when I was at home. It has been almost 4 years since I haven’t gone home. I and mom talk. ”I could feel my juices coating my inner thighs. I wanted to stop, have him turn over, and fuck again. However, it was my turn to give him a pleasant massage. I moved to his lower back, and noticed the more I rubbed, the harder his cock got. “Mmmm looks like a certain part of you is really enjoying my hands.”“Damn those hands feel nice, want me to turn over doll?”“Oh, not yet baby, I’m not done with your backside.”As I used my skillful hands to work on his upper back, shoulders, and neck; I. ." she gasped."I should have knocked." My words barely made it past my lips. My stomach churned and threatened to vent its contents."I'm so sorry," she whimpered. "I never intended you to find out this way." It's your life," I replied sadly. "I can't tell you how to live it." I'll come over and see you later. We need to talk about this." Whatever," I mumbled, retreating out of the door and fleeing to the sanctuary of my own abode.I locked myself in my room and wept, the first time I'd done so.