I told her I would help her and made arrangements to go over the next day. I hadn't told my wife any of this. I just didn't want to get into a big fig...ht over something this trivial.When I got to Dee's house, she was there to greet me. Dee might have been 65 but she had kept her body pretty fit from what I could see. She had a cute face with upturned nose. Her breasts looked firm from the shirt she was wearing. I went inside and she showed me what needed to be done. I got the furniture. "Just don't ask me to do it again," she said, wiping her wet cheeks with her fingertips."Alright," I answered, "... if it makes you feel so bad."She started to get out but I reached over and grabbed her arm."What about the other things, Ellie? Can we do the other things again?" I don't want to talk about it right now." Ellie?" I demanded."Maybe. When I'm in the mood. Maybe."I let her go and watched her walk toward her friends, her cute little ass swaying sexily in her tight blue jeans.We didn't. One of the legit skin mags or shit like that or even going out in public without a bra. I’m talking about wearing a normal bikini at the beach one day this summer. I’m talking about doing the same thing later in the year. We ease people slowly into seeing you in the same type of clothing most people wear. The fact that you were 25 before anyone saw a picture of your belly button has gone a long way to perpetuating the myths that surround you. You’ve said you want to stop being a never-aging. I finished eating and I stayed right there entranced with my mother's body under that shirt. I could see glimpses here and there. Soon I was sporting a huge erection that threatened to pop out of my shorts into plain view. I was afraid of standing up, for she might see it.So I just sat there watching. Mom came to take my plate to the sink, she reached across the table from me, the shirt she was wearing had a wide neck and I could see her breast hanging down firmly. I could see the dark brown.