After work I took a taxi home and slipped out of the designertwo-piece skirt suit and form fitting shirt that along with sheer black stockingsand stil...etto heels is my typical business attire, and had a nice long shower.My sensitive breasts were washed much longer then needed: I enjoyed the feelingof hot water running over them while gently working my nipples. I am proud of my look, and I've always liked the idea of men's attention tome because of my body, a gorgeous 32 year old statuesque blond. I wanted to be with her more than anything. After that night, I almost lived in my mind while fantasies broiled about my mom’s beautiful midriff.And nothing much eventful happened for many months. Also, I, too, was clueless about proceeding further in my escapades. It was almost a year since the last encounter with my mom. I was living the leftovers of the experience, scratching my memory.And then it happened. We had to shift our house as the owner wanted to build a new home in its place. We. Well, she gave me my first major sexual arousal of the spontaneous cum release kind and that was when I sat behind her in class one day. The class was one of the stepped kind, more like an auditorium. She had worn a tight T-shirt through which her bra was clearly visible as an outline when she leaned forward to make notes of the lecture. The hook was at the back and I had an erection just by wondering if she could accommodate herself in the space between her seat and the desk in front of her.. But I knew differently. I invited her in and we made our way to the sofa.Beth didn’t waste anytime, “So, what’s this idea of yours?”Well, your dad was over last night and I randomly ran an idea by him of blind folding him and having one of my friends come in and suck his dick. I told him that it would be so hot, having one of my friends suck him off and him never knowing who it was. Then it hit me, that you could be ‘my friend’.”“That is perfect. I could suck his dick and he would not know its.