My parents had been fighting again. I knew they needed some space for a few days. I didn't understand why they fought all the time. My Mom might have ...been in her late forties but she had this hot body. I was nineteen and I would have fucked her as often as I could.There were more than a few times I would stroke myself on my bed. My thoughts would be on my mother. I wanted to feel her big tits in both of my hands. I ended up blowing a few loads thinking about having my Mom. It was Friday morning. She was bent before me, and her shawl was in my hands from the previous rounds. So I could clearly see her cleavage.Also, she slowly moved upwards, unbuttoning my shirt from the bottom. While doing it, she pressed her boobs towards my body. When she was mouthing the 3rd button in my shirt, her boobs were directly pressing my dicks above the pants. Her soft boobs on my dick was a heavenly feeling.I closed my eyes involuntarily by the pleasure. She continued unbuttoning my shirt, and she was. You’re a million miles away, she says, and your mind is whirring, I can hear the cogs. I laugh. She’s beginning to know me too well. The waiter glances nervously towards us, afraid to approach and risk rejection but desperate to again feel her touch.I motion him to come over. I'm sure I know the young couple in the corner - could he invite them over? Please tell them that they’d be very welcome to join us for dessert and coffee.Emma looks at me. How do you know these people? They don’t look. ” Sara smiled. “Yes, you did, and for that you must be punished. Don’t you agree?” Sara knew that I would love more punishment and I quickly replied, “Yes I should be punished.” “Now what should the forfeit be?” Sara asked. “It should be a strong punishment as you actually saw me in my bra and you know that my body is out of bounds to you.” “Maybe I should lose yet another night with you.” “I think it should be stronger than that. Maybe I should make you lose another whole week with me.” My.