It was something right out of the fifties that little yellowdress. So little girlish he mused.A full skirt with puffy sleeves and a sash hanging almos...t to the floorthat his mother gathered before taking the dress from the hanger. Shewas maneuvering it with a hand under the skirts and he saw the otherslips that were already part of the dress. "If that dress already has aslip how come I've got to wear this one?" Scott asked but only becausehe thought he should, and not because he didn't want. We chatted about his plans for the day and who he was going to meet up with, when he mentioned he was getting tired of his mates constantly commenting on me, his mom. I knew exactly what he was going to continue with... I've seen enough teen comedy flicks in my days to seen the whole "you're Mom's a MILF" scenario cropping up. And, I'll stay honest; FUCK it made me hot. I mean, I felt bad for Mikey, like any Mother would have done, but the idea of his young friends talking about fucking me set. I quickly shifted my head on the other tit. She tried to shove my head away but I tightened my embrace to continue my sucking. She left out a loud moan.After sometime I loosened my grip and she fell on the bed. I got up and pulled out her panty. In front of me lay the most beautiful of all the pussies. The bush was neatly trimmed and the pussy was pink in color. I spread her leg and went in for a taste of her pussy. As I ran my tongue over vagina, she hissed out a slurry noise and gripped my. As we left to return to work, you’d reach for my hand and pull me into a quick hug, thanking me for sharing lunch. I’d surprise you with a kiss on your cheek and squeeze your hand as I walked slowly away, letting you day dream as you watch me leave. The note I left in your pocket is a pleasant surprise as well, with an email address and an invitation to meet for drinks after work. My heartbeat races a bit when I see your confirmation in the inbox just minutes after I get back to my office…The.