"Do you still want me to stop, Mum?"Walter stared at her, smiling, knowing the effect the big cock had onhis horny mum. Then he lay flat on her naked ...body, crushing her bigtits under his chest. The next thing Patty knew, her son was ramminghis prick all the way up her tight, juicy pussy, completely stuffingthe cunt that had given birth to him so many years before."Ungggh! Oh, Walter! You bad boy!"The sex-starved mother raised her legs as high as she could, drapingher ankles over his shoulders.. Finger with care what someone has once read. Foxed pages, awkward inscriptions, a journey bookmarked by a bus ticket. In vintage clothes shops, I sparkle in cast-off dresses; their sheen of summer evenings in restaurants opened to a garden.Maybe explains why I visit cinemas too.In fitful, clattering dark, I skoosh along the second-to-back row until a seated man blocks the way. Indefinite silhouette and abrupt knees. I sit by him, annexe personal space. Brush arms, let him know our lives are. " Right."“But I want to wear an apron.”"Right, to keep your clothes clean.”She laughed. "Oh no, just an apron, nothing else.”“Oh wow. sounds sexy.”“Well, I might wear stockings and a little pair of panties. See through ones, of course." Of course." My voice was hoarse.Back at my flat, Annie asked me to pour us both a drink. "I'm just going to change."When she returned, she took the vodka from me before doing a twirl. "Will I do?"Her pink tipped breasts peeked cheekily over the bib of the apron. It took a few drinks to work up the nerve to finally leave the house. In full corset, tutu, suspenders and my ass just visible underneath. I have to admit I was fair unrecognisable. I even got a few looks and turned heads on the way to the local pub. Going in myself made the nerves worse, but I forced myself to step inside and at least order a drink, I didn't go to all the effort for nothing after all. After a few minutes however i was chatting to a guy a little older then me. He offered to.