I decided to go back inside for a glass of water.Mrs. Cole called me upstairs. I set my water down on the table and went up the stairs. It was very ...hot up there, so I took my vest off and set it on the banister. I went into her room and closed the door.“Mrs. Cole,” I yelled. For a few seconds there was no answer. “Mrs. Cole,” I called again. This time, I got a response.“In the bathroom,” she called. Now I could hear her piss hitting the toilet bowl and I was strangely aroused by the. Then her old Catholic upbringing really kicked in: is there some way of getting around this rule? Is there some way she could comfort her lonely son, in a way that... didn't really count as i****t?Then in a flash she remembered how she and others had gotten around another big rule: no sex before marriage. Anal didn't count. It was only really sex if he put it in your vagina. That's what they reasoned. So she and a few of her girlfriends had all had anal sex before they ever had vaginal. I showed her some of my nude studies. One was mother and child picture. There was not a shred of clothes but nothing was visible. The picture was taken such a way that boobs were covered with child and arms. You can see them as nature has made us but there is no nudity. The second picture was a model throwing an air kiss.Her arm covered the nipple. You only see the bottom of the boob to know that she had a firm and large boob but won’t see anything else. That model was quite naughty. She. As I picked up Marry's backpack from the table, where she had laid it, I saw her bend over in the fridge to get something out from the crisper, which gave me a upskirt view of her cotton panty covered ass, due to her skirt moving up as she bent over, that did not help the hard on, I all ready had going.The back panel of her pantys was just thin enough for me to see the shadow of her crack through the cotton covering.As Marry stood back up, "What was that b*o?" turning and looking at me with a.