She kept her eyes there, and lifted the torn skirt away, fanning it wide."Why are you looking at me, Conor?" Because... Mother, you're beautiful!" But... why are you looking... there?" I want to see, Mother," he said, and now Madison noticed his cock starting to bulge in hardness inside his pants."We shouldn't," Madison whispered. "I mean, I shouldn't let you see me this way." Yes, you should," Conor answered. "I want to see, Mother."Madison trembled. She wanted to show her son, show her body to. He made all the arrangements and bet me now that the problems were solved I wouldn't go through with stripping on stage. I told him I would take him up on that bet.At the time I was in my early 40's, 5 foot 6 inches tall with dark hair, blue eyes, I weigh about 135 pounds, I have very well developed thighs, legs, and a tight tush from years of cycling. I have 38DDs that over flow the cup a little, well no, they over flow a lot. I should get bigger bras but I refuse to admit I'm bigger than a. You then order me to get on my hands and knees and scrub the floor, it's not clean enough.Before you let me do so, you remove my panties.I start to scrub the floor as you say, and suddenly feel your cock force its way into my pussy.I try not to act suprised and keep scrubbing.You start to fuck my really hard, and i stop scrubbing for a second.'Did i tell you to stop?''No master''Then don't fucking stop bitch'You keep fucking me harder and faster.You pull out and cum on the floor.'Look at what. Somehow, this day felt different, though I didn’t realize why. He started to make small, subtle advances and I barely noticed. Or maybe I didn’t want to notice. The wet kisses passed unnoticed. He mentioned again that he had been thinking a lot about making love to me lately. Gradually, the advances got more direct and forward. Somewhere along the line, I started to say no and it came out OK. That’s when I knew it was time. I was surprised, but I knew I was ready, due to his persistence. So I.