I ran into the bathroom to clean up. I threw the clothes into the hamper and then quickly showered. As I was getting dressed in my room, mom walked in.... She was quite flushed but wearing the same dress and those heels. I should really say that she kind of staggered in since she really did not know how to walk in those hooker shoes.She sat on the bed and patted the spot next to her. “Please sit down,” she said, in her soft voice.I sat next to her. “Honey, I’m sorry you saw that. I have been so. I just blurted it out....I like your blouses, they're very shiny and look very nice on you and again I was surprised when she smiled. " so does that mean you like what I'm wearing now? Yes I do I exclaimed. Again she smiled...'Now young man about these clothes you've made a mess all over, I want you to make sure you clean them properly. that blouse is a favourite of mine, I was going to wear it to my friends house tonight. so you better get cracking and do that now as you'll have to handwash. With eyes closed she began to rub one of her small but lovely breasts with her left hand. A few moments of this caused her legs to begin squirming on the bed. She moved her left hand on to the other breast as her right began stroking her muscular inner thighs. I couldn't believe my fantasy was coming true the first night. I unzipped my pants. My stiff dick felt good in my hand.Her right hand began slowly stroking her pussy and my right hand began gently stroking right along with her. She. ’ I was soon to learn why they’re called the ‘wee’ hours—when my hormones started the processing of extra fluids which had to be released several times a night! However, at this point, all I knew was that within me had occurred a seismic implosion which was to affect my life, and the lives around me, in ways I could not even guess at this moment. I welcomed her to my womb, directing her silently to the comfort of my heart, which beat out its music, steady and true, and was to be her loyal.