” An ominous start, to be sure.I pulled out the barstool and sat. I got the bartender’s attention and she ordered her drink. As we waited, I said,... “I don’t want to come across as creepy or anything, but it looked like you just got some disappointing news.”She shrugged her shoulders. “You could say that. I just got stood up.”Who in their right minds would stand this beauty up? “I’m sorry,” I said, somewhat sincerely.“It’s ok,” she answered. “It was just a tinder match.”“Well, whoever it was is. And a bright shaft of moonlight shone through a gap in the curtain over the bedroom window and reflectied off her dark hair. He gazed in wonder at his mum's sleeping figure, listened to her soft, rhythmic breathing. He still had trouble believing that he was there, lying next to his mother after a night of passionate fucking. The very thought sent a spark through his body, and like it had a mind of its own, the head of his young cock slid past the folds of her pussy. With a subtle flexing of. Or perhaps you were seduced into the lifestyle by a more experienced man or woman. My start? I guess you could call it a ‘Jump Start’. I imagine it’s a little different from most folks, I think. It’s such a vivid memory that I think about it often when I’m by myself, hooded and chained in my self-bondage. Though it happened almost 20 years ago, my blood boils over when I let myself think back to that fateful day?.But first: a little background. I had a rough home life growing up outside. I asked Tata what else she would desire, and she smiled and then opened my shorts and took out my flaccid cock. This will do fine for starters she said and continued in a similar vein as she had in bed the night before. I soon started massaging her breasts and her nipples did not need a lot of encouragement to swell up, it was then I noticed she had left her bra off, and as my other hand explored further it soon became clear it was not the only clothing item to be overlooked. I quick glance.