”“Underwear?” she gasped, her eyes darting to my silky blouse cut low to show off my round breasts, my skin a pale-olive delight. Was she wonder...ing what sort of lingerie I had on underneath?It was lacy and delicious. Clint had chosen it for me. He loved to see me in dainty things.“Now, about your father,” I said.Her pupils dilated. Her cheeks blushed red as her breathing quickened. She asked, her voice tight, “What about him?”“We haven't spoken about him at all,” I said. “You've been avoiding. Then we went out and ate at a Mexican restaurant on the town square, then drove around for a little while so she could show me her town. We eventually arrived back at her house, and sat on her new sofa and things started warming up. She took me into her bedroom, and we laid down and I could feel her loins becoming very hot. She told me to get undressed, and she slowly stripped and we got into the sheets. As soon as I was hard, she mounted me so I could see all of her. Sliding my erect. "Oh, mom, I couldn't ask that. You're my mother." "It's ok, turn around while I undress, I don't want you watching me undress." I did as she told me, and could hear the sounds of her removing her nurse's scrubs. She moved to the chair and sat down. "OK, Steven, come over here and have a seat on my lap, I hope you're more comfortable now." I turned and walked back towards, trying, but unable not to, look at her naked body. At 45, she took very good care of herself. My eyes involuntarily. I'm sweating. The room is warm from the bath and humidity. Well, it is warm, but sliding my hands on this little naked sylph, that will warm a guy up too. It definitely has my woody throbbing. I've got to make a comfort adjustment on my package before stripping off my sweat soaked t-shirt.Now bare chested, I soap a wash cloth to scrub down her back from shoulders to butt. I gently but consistently pull one of her arms loose from her still tight fetal curl to free the soaked bra from her grip..