At least the sweater would cover the view of most of her breasts. However, people probably wouldn't be looking there. The skirt was so short that it b...arely covered the cheeks of her ass. The fact that she didn't have panties on made it even worse. If she merely leaned over, her ass would show. Chris ushered his mother to the car, which was parked inside the garage for a change because he didn't want the neighbors to see them. As soon as they were in the car, Chris took his mother into his arms. She closes the door and reviles her tight, leather g-string panties that match the top. She stands there with a stance that says come get, one of her hands on her hip with her finger wrapping around the straps of the g-string, her other hand plays with her lips as she take a piece of gum out of her mouth. I sit on my hood stunned at the sight in front of me. The bulge in my pants grows as she walks towards me, the look of lust deep within her eyes. Shaking her hips she glides towards me I have. A couple of weeks had passed and I found myself wanting her more and more. We were in work together one night, there was a visit the following day by the heads of the company so the store had to be perfect we were staying back late to get the place in order, I told Claire that I would be in the stock-room cleaning up and she could do the shop floor. The time was dragging in as it usually does on boring nights like this, the place was already spotless so there was no point in us staying back but. Our purchases packed and paid for, we sat down for a cup of coffee.At some point in life, the "kinks" are old enough to know who they are, and to know who their compatriots are....bullshitting diminishes...and a sort of ballsy honesty takes over. After a little while, my new neighbor caught my eye and asked: "I have a little slut at home who enjoys being whipped before company. Would you like to join us tomorrow afternoon?" His home was charming and warm...and a pretty girl was kneeling in the.