I expected Mom to pull away from me but to my astonishment she covered my hands with her own and pulled them tight to her, squeezing her lovely soft b...oobs."You're most welcome." she replied, "I had a marvellous time as well and I can't remember the last time I was on a picnic date. Now you better let me go before Dad or Sue comes in and catches us." I released her and moved back as she went on, "By the way, I haven't mentioned our picnic to the others. Let's keep it our little secret, eh?"I was. ..' Mary kept churning these words and phrases over in her mind and gradually her hands began to caress her pert breasts, making the nipples stand up hard.The water felt warm and sensuous, lapping against her body and down around the tops of her legs, and her hands just kept caressing as she thought of the words. Did the other old men talk about her and her figure? Bert seemed to imply that they did! God! Her hand moved down over her stomach and found the wet matt of her pubic hairs, and Mary. More weeks passed without the topic coming up, I had been thinking about it and becoming increasingly aroused by the thought of it. I don’t find men attractive and I find men kissing not appealing but seeing a hard cock was becoming a turn on, something I was not sure what it meant. Sophie had always talked about trying news experiences in life and one experience doesn’t make for a pattern or defines a person. So it was strange that after a yoga class on a Saturday morning she told me that. “Mom! It is me, don’t panic,” with these words, someone grabbed me in his hand.I raised my face to find my son holding me tight. Because of the sudden commotion my towel which I just wrapped around my body, slipped and fell at my feet. I was totally naked before my adult son. He was 19 at that time. I should have immediately bent down lift the towel to cover myself.Or I should have taken a newspaper which on the table near to me and covered or should have run to my room. I didn’t do any of.