"Well, mom," she said, getting up, "when you're ready to have someone help you get off, I'll be here." Walking away, flirtingly swaying almost with a haughty flair. After she turned around to head upstairs I licked my lips. Damn I wanted to put my lips on that ass. And I wanted to tell her to kiss my ass...Literally. As an afterthought I yelled upstairs "Feel free to use my treadmill anytime." I don't know if I was just being generous or wanted to see sweat drip from her body. I know I wanted to see juice dripping down her thighs. "Or any of my other equipment," realizing how that...