I laid down on my bed and feel asleep thinking of my mom, reform school, and the ass whooping my dad would give me when he got home. As I slept, I fe...lt my bed sink under the weight of someone sitting on it. I sat up and saw my mom sitting naked on my bed. This had to be a dream, I thought. My mom's tits where heavy, luscious, and slightly sagged. "Do you want to touch them, baby?" I nodded eagerly. If this was a dream I was going to get exactly what I wanted. I reached out and touched them.. Her legs were firm and tanned below the short hem of her dress. Her breasts were firm and without need of support. She unbuttoned the top two buttons of the white cotton dress, feeling the sun against the upper part of her full breasts. She sat with her head back, deep in thought. Her sojourn of quiet contemplation was broken by a knock at the door."Please enter" She called sliding her chair forward once more. She smiled as Wendy peered her head around the high oak door of her office."Come in. Now he had things to do. Stan went about his morning routine while thinking through his next move. He needed to get in touch with Belinda or Yves and ask if Anne could come along to the next class. He thought he’d better do that as soon as he’d had breakfast. He got his morning coffee and a bowl of cereal and sat down at the breakfast bar in the kitchen. Over his cereal he thought about what he wanted to happen. He wanted to actually go out with Anne, not just to a dance class as a friend, but. There was no answering smile. The public house was busy. Many more were drinkingoutside. The sun was still shining. It was hot and humid. My incredible nervousness at my vulnerable nakedness beneath my skimpy garmentswas causing contractions in my bowels. But I feared to move from my seat. Myfear at what was going to happen only increased as my peripheral vision toldme the girls either side of me were drinking in the beauty of my bare thighs. Jackie looked around to ensure she was not.