My mom and I were watching TV. Mom had gotten her shower and wore a terry cloth robe with a sash to keep it closed. One time as she reached for her dr...ink I looked to her to say something and I saw the front of her robe open quite a bit. I could see nearly completely inside the front of the robe and I saw one of her tits and her nipple.At that moment mom looked over at me and I knew she saw me looking into her robe. Well, there were at least four or five other times that evening when I got a. Isuspected Beatrice thought Hugh would propose there, but it didn't happen.I knew she blamed his alleged hesitance on me, even if she wouldn't say itoutright. It was patently ridiculous, and she knew they had my blessing,but that didn't stop her from growing even icier. This wasn't the firstirrational grudge she'd held against me, but the driving force behind itwas so absurd I wasn't sure how to defuse the idea."I think you should reconsider before performing that vile trick again,"Beatrice. I was leaking precum pretty good at this point knowing we were probably being watched. I had her turn over and rubbed her front side in the same fashion. That is when I caught a glimpse of our first guest. He was likely in his 20s and seemed to be enjoying the show. I stood up off the bed at her head so that I could rub her tits without blocking our friend's view. I then put my cock on her face so that she would know what was next in my mind. She did not disappoint. She opened her mouth. Bob wasted precious moments calculating that, indeed, the car was not going to stop. A more experienced engineer, perhaps, would have applied the brakes immediately, perhaps avoiding or reducing the severity of the collision by striking the truck a more glancing blow.A lot of maybes, a lot of perhaps. None of them mattered.Benjamin quickly changed his use of the horn from the regulation morse code "G" trains were supposed to use at grade crossing to an insistent, constant caterwaul, a loud,.