My thoughts of Mom intermingled well with the music on the ‘Classics’ station that played vintage rock’n’roll from her era. I passed through m...iles of beautiful country without really paying attention to it, my mind playing a fiction movie starring me and Mom, not much older than me, as I imagined she would look. We did things I would do with a girl my age, went to movies, burger and pizza places, and parties, sometimes hanging out with my friends, more often just being by ourselves. It was a. ..gently flicking over it..her fingers sliding inside me....her husband kissing and sucking my nipples.....moving up to kiss my face, my lips, i started to forget where i was...Amy moved round so her pussy was above my face while she continued to lick mine...starting to finger me harder and harder...her husband started to stroke his cock...i looked up at her tight wet pussy, moving my fingers over it in fascination...i slide my finger inside her....pushing into her tight hole...she moved again,. ” “And his instructions?” “I will greet him with a coffee, naked, and you will be in the living room, fully dressed. We will talk briefly before anything happens. There needs to be a chair in the corner of the bedroom.” I recited the list easily, “Next to the bed needs to be the paddle, nipple clamps, butt plug, lube and straps.” I'd checked the message numerous times even though I'd memorised the contents when I had first read it. He nodded, “Ok.” He looked tired, “Let's go to bed.” I took the. And I had erection searching her under the influence of alcohol. I moved closer to her and slid my hand at the back of her and started to play with her hair. And I slowly rubbed my fingers on her back. And without wasting my time I positioned my hand on her ass.I was sure that she was loving all this as she didn’t stop me. I pulled her near me and she gazed into my eyes. After a pause, I kissed on her forehead and she closed her eyes and became geared up for all the movement. I moved down from.