She was firm with her washing, and that made it all the more enjoyable. She started with my shoulders, and I felt tension I did not even know I was ca...rrying leave me as she continued her massage. After my back, she did my arms, and I enjoyed her treatment of them just as much. She didnt bother making me turn around. To soap my chest she reached around me. I felt her breasts press into my back, and her hot breath on the nape of my neck. It wasnt until she gentle tweaked my nipples, like I had. But that porn... Wow!He assumed it all belonged to his dad. And, first, he only saw straight and lesbian porn. Tapes and mags. But, on a second search, he found some weird stuff.Gay stuff. Men on men.Was his dad gay?Did his mother know about it? The porn collection was not in her face, but come on, mom was the one who cleaned the house, and the collection was simply in their closet.Greg realized that his mother had to know about it. Just had to.And did she accept? That her beloved husbands. Aur wo bhi pagalon ki tarah mere lund ko munh me lekar choosne lage uuumm poochh aaah aur siskari bhi le rahi thi fir maine ek hath uski choochi par rakha itni mast tight choochi maine aaj tak nahi pakdi thi aur choochiyo ko masalne laga aur wo machalne lagio ab mujhse raha nahi jaa raha tha jaisa ki maine aap logo ko bataya ki mujhe choot chatna bahuit pasand hai to maine khade khade thakne ka bahana kiya aur uske pairon ke paas baith gaya usne burkhe ke neecheGhagra pehna tha maine dheere. It was great to see you again, and erm, live my dream.” Zoe snapped, “Michael, its Mrs Scott to you.” Mike blushed, half smiled, and said, “Actually, I will always think of you as Mrs Scott, so, erm, thank you Mrs Scott.” Zoe and Mrs Scott laughed. Minutes later Mrs Scott bade her farewells and Zoe and Mike sat in the room finishing the bottle of champagne. Zoe asked, “Well Mike, how do you feel?” “Like a million dollars Zoe,” adding after a moment, “Or should I say Miss Zoe?” Zoe smiled back.