When I took a break from the attic work, I made some food and put the DVD in my laptop. The sandwich about fell out of my hand when the first video st...arted to play. It was my mom, must have been from the 70s when she was young twenties and hot as FUCK. The clip started out with her and another woman talking about a bad relationship the other had been in. It was obviously scripted, but I was mesmerized by my mother's beautiful blonde curls and her seductive way with the other actor in the film.. I spread a generous amount of lubrication all over the rigid sex device, then plunged a wet finger inside myself. With one leg pulled to my chest, I began teasing my tight, little space over the thin line of thong that divided my firm, round, ass cheeks. I set the vibration level to low. I increased the pressure and continued stimulation on and around my body's ultimate destination for Mark's cock.As my breathing turned to obscene, passionate moaning, I tugged my panties to the side and pushed. Not a single word, aside from a whispered "sshh!" in my ear later on. No names were exchanged, no numbers. Nothing. Just a moment of heat. I don't remember how it all started, but I remember him touching my ankle, his thumb brushing against the inside of my foot. His fingers worked their way along my calf (because by now I'd slouched a little and had my foot resting on the seat in front of him) and after several long minutes, he stood up, and I moved over. We sat there, wordlessly, quietly in. ”After a deep breath she asked, “So, how long has this been going on?”I stepped closer to the webcam in the top of my laptop and started to answer, but Mom cut me off with, “Slaves do not address a Mistress except as a slave unless you have been given permission for public wear.”I just stared at her, but holly whispered, “She means get naked.”“Oh?” I yelped and started talking off my clothes. I was only wearing shorts and a teeshirt with nothing underneath so it only took a second to strip.