"Not to bad," i thought , as i wentback into the house and handed the invoice to Mr. Gustavsson, who looked it over for what seemed tobe a very long t...ime. "Is there a problem Mr. Gustavsson," i asked . "No, there's no problem, I wasjust thinking that maybe you would like to add another $150.00 to make it an $250.00 ."I eyed the man a little suspiciously and wondered why he would make such an offer.I had found out that Mr. Gustavsson had been a widower about twelve years ago and lived alone,and. No. No. Oh God , what was she thinking. Mating with her own son. Shameless. God forgive me, she prayed.Her pussy was getting moist now. She felt pangs of happiness slapping her pussy lips. She smiled to herself a smile of joy, lust and mischief.She moved towards her son. Her nighty was open at front and her wild breasts swung in fiery hot pink lacy bra while her thighs met in the black polka panty dotted with pink spots. She was walking wantonly. Amit had sat in the arch. When he saw his mother. ”Yvonne stood there silently, resigned to her fate while Carol cast her expert eye slowly from head to toe and back again. “I’m sure we can do something, Madame, do you favour any colour in particular?”“I like red and black, but a variety would be nice.”“If I may, Madame,” she asked with a token gesture of seeking permission she reached out and cupped Yvonne’s breasts, one in each hand. Yvonne jumped at the sudden move but bravely stood her ground. “May I suggest that we go into the back. I’ll. (Looks like the guy in the background)Anyways, fast forward to a banquet that we had to attend thanks to the club he and I were apart of, we ended up in a long texting conversation during the event. If you've read my blogs about how to get into a guy's pants, read those because that's what I was basically doing at this point. I was being extra friendly to get him to open up to me more and feel comfortable sharing with me. Its been almost 10 years since the conversation, I can't remember exactly.