I swept off the pad, but it didn't really need it, as I hadn't tracked much of anything into the tent. The entire thing was designed to fold up into a... 1x1 foot square, which was kind of cool, and it fit easily into the bottom of the backpack that way.Ten minutes later I had the tent cleaned out, the stakes pulled and the entire thing stored in its own bag which fit nicely inside the backpack on top of the pad, leaving room alongside it for the sleeping bag, once it was rolled up. Except for. We both laughed, me portraying more of a forced laugh because I hadn't paid attention to the cartoon. She casually clicked on another cartoon and it started playing. Holy crap! She didn't care that I had my hands on her breasts!Through three more cartoons we sat like this. I made no moves to squeeze them or anything, thinking somehow maybe she didn't notice them there, and I could just have my hands there as long as she didn't. Certainly she knew where they were. Man alive! She was. Here I was, with my older sexy woman walking right next to me, in her hand clutching a small bag with an even smaller lingerie piece.Walking from the mall to the basement parking lot had become a tedious challenge with my raging hard-on, which she noticed (I could tell from the smile on her face. She loved to tease me this way in public, and I loved getting teased).By the time we had reached the car, it was nearly 11 pm with the mall deserted and the parking lot even more empty and quiet. I. As she sat on the bed I stared at her body and started to get a boner. Mom looked up and busted me checking her out. I thought fast and then asked her where babies come from. Mom smiled real big and begin to tell me about having babies. I played a little dumb and asked her to show me. She did not hesitate and spread her legs and pointed to her pussy. I quized her some more and she explained it in more detail, then she opened her pussy lips showing me her hole. Again I played stupid and she.