She saw my distrust and smiled nervously. "It's nothing really. Just ..."I waited, but mum didn't seem to want to say any more. "Just what, mum?" She ...shook her head and sobbed. I responded by squeezing her tight."I feel unattractive," she finally said."Don't be silly, mum, you are beautiful!"She laughed and replied, "I don't mean in that way." What way do you mean, then?" I asked bluntly. Mum laughed. "I mean sexually."I don't know what caused me to say it but I blurted out, "So do I. You are. .and then it aroused her.As we danced I noticed that her shirttail hung down nearly to her thighs, concealing my hands, which were still around her waist. Holding her close with my left arm as we continued to dance, I slipped my right hand down inside the back of her shorts and panties and squeezed her right buttock. She stopped dead still and said "Jonathan!" out loud, almost yelling it in her shock. Fortunately the band was playing extremely loudly and anyone who heard her must have thought. I got on him, and Paul kneaded my ass cheeks while he circled my dripping clitoris with the tongue. His cock was hard, so delicious, that I pushed it deep into my throat, sucked and licked it, and massaged his balls. We got so turned on that an orgasm broke out of us, and he ejaculated into my mouth. We needed a moment, gasping for breath while my lower body twitched.I sat down spread legged on Paul's lap, put my arms around his neck and said, 'open your mouth and play with me. It's time for. She liked the all over tan that she was developing. She had always hated tan lines but had never been bold enough to do anything about it. Now, she was forced into nudity and one of the benefits was the elimination of those horrid tan lines.The other benefit was the orgasms. She had not climaxed in the two years since her husband’s death. Even when he was still alive, she had not experienced orgasms like the ones she was having these days. It sometimes made her wonder if she was just protesting.