As we finished I said:"Well? What is it?" What's what, Alan?" Clare replied."What you two want to say to me and haven't." Were we that obvious?" Helen... asked."Yes. When two women I love are working themselves into a frazzle I do notice." Thanks for the word 'love', Guy. That makes it easier." Helen looked at Clare. Clare nodded. "I'm selling my house and moving to that new bungalow being built next door but one." That sounds great. There must be a catch. You could have told me that quite. I made myself go to the bathroom, for fear of making a mess on the bathroom floor. When I was done, I cleaned up and got on the floor. I took out the lube and squirted a glob onto the tip of the dildo, then rubbed the lube all over the length of the toy. I bent over, on my knees, one hand on the floor, and one hand guiding the dildo to my butt. I pushed the dildo against my whole and pushed, but I had trouble getting it to penetrate. The dildo simply wouldn’t slide through my virgin hole. . She now stood before us, completely nude except for the black lacy stockings and high-heeled shoes. I loved her shape, with full hanging boobs and still having an hourglass figure of sorts, although her body had ‘filled out’. She could be best described as buxom. She was 51, but could easily have passed for 41.She then put her hands on her hips and said, “Do I look slutty enough for you both?”As I sat there and looked at mom’s body, my dick was straining hard in my pants.“Wow mom,” I said,. Or sweat a little. Obviously.I racked my brains for all the candy-heart slogans I could think of. Most were pretty innocuous, really. "Eat me" was a lucky double entendre, but as best I could remember most of them were things like "Kiss me"-- which I hardly minded-- or "Be mine"-- which I already was.Wait, now-- what was that first one she'd shown me? I couldn't remember it anymore, but it seemed like there had been something odd about the slogan..."Alone at last," came the sultry voice in my.