She offered me some wine. I declined saying I was a beer guy. She said come meet D. Grabbed my hand and led me upstairs. She led me thru the bedroom t...o a small room with two recliners and a tv .D stood up shook my hand. I sat down in one of the recliners. M sat on the arm of my seat. After talking a few minutes M ask if I wanted to smoke a joint with them. As we passed it around M was still sitting on the arm of my seat. Her very nice breast were rubbing on my arm as we talked. D decided to. When she came up, I offered her a cigarette, we smoked together. She asked, “What happened?”Me: Mom, you are living alone for so many years. I have not realized that you also have sexual desires. You have not had sex for so long, why don’t you have a BF and have fun with him.Mom: Oh, my cutie is so much concerned about me. But don’t worry. Your mom is not so simple as you think. I have had sex in these years.Me: Really..With whom?Mom: I had a few boyfriends.Me: Oh..ok. That’s how you have. Sitting up she puts her phone into it docking station and sits slowly letting her knees slide from each other, as if she was mounting his throbbing dick. He can only see her from her hips down now, her curves filling his screen. "I am so wet for you baby" she says as she starts to finger and play with her clit, every so often letting a finger or two slide deep into herself. Watching him she could tell he was liking what he saw, his masturbation was quickening, his breathing sharp. "Your cock. Upon hearing the deafening bang from my living room, if you could call it that, I ran. I ran out the door, down the steps and onto the streets. The only words in my head were “What the hell is going on here?!”My question was answered sooner than I would have liked. More bombs went off – one of them apparently on wall of the building I just ran out of. Rubble came tumbling down on top of me. I instinctively threw my hands up in defense – only to find myself not crushed, but holding the half-ton.