Asking questions. Don’t you ask questions?’ Something stirred in his eyes. ‘Sometimes,’ he allowed. ‘Did you ever think what it’d be like ...if we couldn’t ask questions?’ One of his eyebrows lifted. ‘Don’t believe I did, no.’ ‘You ought to. I’ve got part of a sugar cookie in my pocket. Do you think I could give it to your dun?’ ‘I don’t recommend it.’ ‘Well, if he’s mean, why do you keep him?’ ‘He’s got bottom. He’s comfortable.’ ‘He looks spooky.’ ‘He is, that.’ He moved, swinging down from the. .’ ‘We will make it as clinical as possible...We won’t even kiss...’ ‘It’s not as if we’re going to fall in love, is it..?’ ‘Adam will be so happy. It’s what he wants most in his whole life...’ “Are you ready?” I whispered, holding the hand that was wrapped around her knees. Charlotte breathed deeply, nodded and in a gesture that made my chest ache, parted her shapely legs as if to welcome me to her soft, perfect body. I stood and, dropping my towel to let my erection free, knelt between. Though my friends got on my nerves by telling me how hot my mom was I have to admit now they were absolutely right.Since I hit puberty and got interested in girls I started to look at my mother in a different way. I sometimes spied after her and tried to get a look at her while she was changing or taking a shower. Sometimes I got lucky and afterwards I masturbated to these images. I even thought of her some times when I had sex with one of the girlfriends I had over the years.But I never really. Perhaps one of the symptoms of nurturing children from her bosoms or perhaps the Amish don’t wear bras and after years of no support they just ended up there. Her body seemed to show ample curves. I would guess her around a size 12. As she talked and then demonstrated how to massage the cow’s udders I couldn’t help but imagine massaging hers. The park closed at 6pm so I made sure I would have time to drop the family off at the hotel and get back in time to hopefully catch her alone. .