I told him how we spend our time, naked in bed with his cock between my thighs while I read dirty, nasty, extremely sexy letters in magazines to him.I... tried to explain that I love Connie, but not like a lover. I love him even more than I love my grandparents. I struggled to find the words to explain that my love for Connie is nothing like the love I feel for him. I watched his eyes, waiting for the curtain to come down. I swear, he understood! He actually understood!He smiled and said, "I love. Aaaahhh ... good. We have one.” She pulled out the hanger with the sexy garment and set it on the counter. She helped me pick out a red satin slip that would look good on Madison as well as a beautiful white power bra especially made for smaller-chested women. She guaranteed that this would make her look at least one cup size bigger because of the structured design. She also suggested a matching pair of white crotchless panties that I was happy to purchase as well. I asked her about the. The judges mostly thanked them for their performance, rarely giving any praise. Abby and Brad were the middle group to try and impress the judges.Abby looked amazing, wearing her long brunette hair down and a light blue print mini dress. The soft material hugged her refined curves perfectly. The scooped neckline gave only a respectable hint of cleavage.“Okay Brad and Abby, whenever you’re ready,” Farley prompted. They smiled, gripped the others hand and exhaled and tried to ease the grip on. Yes, she was my mum, but still, the thought of her sitting next to me wearing stockings was still a turn on.The flight was over really quickly, although during it I did something to confirm for me the stocking idea. A few times I had casually rested or brushed my hand on mum's thigh and could definitely fee the tell tale bump that a suspender belt makes when holding up a pair of stockings.The hotel check in was fairly painless. Mum and I had already discussed sleeping arrangements and as I'd.