He told me straight out that he was not gay or BI and I laughed and said that I was not either but that I may join the proceedings later. He said that... was fine. I asked him if he turned on to garter belt and stockings, knowing full well that that was the outfit Donna would select for the evening. He told me that nothing turns him on more that black stockings. As we both relaxed in the living room having our drink, Donna called me up stairs and asked if John had come and should she come down. My own Daughter was driving me crazy. I wanted to Fuck her, and Fuck her good. My girl the slut. I pulled into the gas station and got out to pump the gas. I was having a hard time hiding my hard-on as I pumped the gas. Kym went in and bought a six pack of Cola and came out and got back in the car. Just as I was about to get in, Kym said, “Mom, pull up your skirt and let me see your pussy.” I reached down and lifted the front of my skirt and gave her her first view of my now swollen. I hope security got a good view and is jealous of what I am going to get. We go down the hall and finally get to the room. I fumble the key because I am so turned on I can't wait to get you on the bed. I am unbuttoning your blouse as we go through the door and free your beautiful firm titties. I have to take your hard nipples in my mouth. Giving each one a little suck. I love them. I just slide your skirt down and there you are with just your thigh high black stockings and heels I. Though it felt so natural and good, we were strangers after all and since I did not have much experience I was happy to let him take the lead and he seemed to like my paler skin under him. The kissing and slow stroking made our bare skin warmer under the heavy linen and he kicked them aside and the coolness made me shiver and he started to stroke the skin under him. Cuddling, kissing and stroking had never felt this good before. I almost purred like a pussy cat under his huge hands which as.