Suddenly I noticed a blue mini van heading my way. I slumped down in the seat and watch as Tom’s parents and little brother drove past. I watched ...in the rear view mirror as they continued down the street and turned the corner. I threw my car into drive and pulled into Toms driveway, and headed into the back door. Once inside I tossed my coat over the back of a kitchen chair and stood there naked in his kitchen. Well almost, I did have my stockings on. I crept up the stairs and into Toms. He started fondling both of my tits. He kept cupping them with his hands. I struck my chest out so he could press against my tits even harder. I raised my hips up and pulled my dress out from under my ass. My son understood why.He lowered his hands to unzip his shorts. I had to rise so he could get to his zipper. I heard him unzip his shorts. I still had his dick trapped under my ass. I raised my hips even more."Everything OK, honey?" My husband asked me. "Are you getting uncomfortable on our. “You are not calling me master anymore,” he whispered. So he did enjoy it, she thought to herself. “Yes, master,” she groaned, dipped in pleasure. Both parts of her swimsuit were now on the ground, her body fully exposed to the elements and the crowd.She could see the crowd was enjoying it as well. She could make out quite a few men with erections. Few couples were making out their eyes on her. “Look, how everyone is enjoying themselves. It’s all because of you, my dear. Aren’t you happy to. Kathy was caught by surprise when she walked into the living room and saw mom standing next to a chair, totally naked, and with her hands on her head. At sixty-year-old mom had all of the creases and batwings and drooping breasts and fleshy thighs and tummy that would be expected of a woman her age, but knew that she always felt good about herself and never minded having to be naked in front of the three others.Mom, being a generation older than the other three, always liked to be called mom by.