What young, healthy man did not have wet dreams about his mother?Since I grew up without a father, it was my mother who had to tell me about the birds... and the bees, and teach me all about sex. It was a blessing to know that the solution for our sexual needs was within us. It was so convenient. We were both very busy. My mother painting pictures, and I practicing music six hours a day and working besides. We had no time for the outside world. Of course I would want to meet a nice girl and marry. He knelt and pulled off the robe completely. It was his first time with a woman completely naked in his presence and his to do with as he pleased. Could life be any better he asked himself?Parting her knees, he lowered his nose to the small strip of hair that led to her hidden delights. She had a smell he couldn’t describe, something clean, The soap she had used in the shower was evident, but with a musky scent in the background and a promise of something else. Certainly, it wasn’t anything. "Wow!" she exclaimed. "Do you have Veronica Blake's number in your phone?" Yeah, you want me to call her?"She gave me one of 'those' looks. "And ask her what?"Have I mentioned how much I hate that the women in my life are always right? I handed her my phone and was surprised when, instead of calling, she copied the number into her phone and saved it, then made the call from her phone. I guess it made sense, though, she was my secretary after all; it was sort of important that she have the phone. I sat him down so that he was right on the edge of his chair and gently pushed at his chest. He got the message and leaned against the back, I spun round and bent over with his legs between mine. He took hold of my hips and I slowly sat down so that his now rock hard cock rested between the lips of my pussy and stuck out in front of me.As I sat on his crotch, I took hold of his cock and started to rub my hands up and down so lightly he must have wondered if I was really doing it to him. .