She came in, wearing a tight black top with no bra again, a leopard print miniskirt with no panty underneath, and sheer thigh high black stockings. Sh...e knew what I wanted and she was dressed like her normal slutty self, knowing I liked it.Like last time, I wrapped my arm around her neck, pulled her down from behind so that we would both lie on our sides. I pulled her majestic breasts free from her tight black top, and slid my cock inside her soft pussy.Mom had good memories of this position. Also. When having sex there were a few times I didn't know if I'd penetrated her. I was far too small to please her that way too. She'd even bought herself a dildo to get herself off halfway through our relationship.Finally one night on a Skype call she finally admitted to me that she'd been seeing the guy who had first hit on her. Apparently she tried telling me before but could only say that she was being hit on. My jaw hit the floor and my face burned red. Her excuse was that we were too. "Do it all, Honey," I told her. "We're just getting to the good parts." Yes, sir." She finished up. It wasn't a striptease, by any stretch; it was a nervous girl removing her clothes before a stranger. When she was done, she tried to cover up with her hands."Come on, none of that, now," I chided. "How can I see?" She dropped her hands and composed herself. If you took a twelve year old and up-sized her a bit, you'd have Marie. She was a little stocky -- not fat or anything, just thick -- and. " Katie?!" David sprang suddenly to her feet and almost got slapped in the face by her own boob. "She can't see me like this!" she squeaked, scampered to the coat closet, and hid inside."You too, Lydia. She'll certainly notice that there's something... different... about you!"Lydia pressed her chest forward. "Do you think my breasts will intimidate her, Paul?" You have absolutely no competition in the perky tit department, Lydia. Now into the closet."Lydia strolled to the closet, then stepped.