As she bent over to reach for the curtain wrapper I could see her ass. I couldn’t help staring. As she stood up she caught me with the corner of her... eye, watching her. I looked away quickly. “I’m sorry,” I stuttered. “It’s ok…,” she said. “Can’t imagine why you’d look like that.” “Well, you still look pretty good for your age,” I answered. “Ohh, so you’re saying I’m old?” She smiled back. “No I was just…saying that you’re still in really good shape.” ”Well thanks,” she said. She looked down for. She soon learned to seek solace in masturbation. She told me about her masturbation and showed me how it was done. When Bill was away I sometimes visited her and we masturbated together. Therefore it was no surprise to me that when her son had his eighteenth birthday she taught him to have sex with her. Of course her husband knew about it. He was fifty-eight by then and he was OK with it except that no one beside the three of them would know about it. Perhaps he even liked the idea of his. .I hadn't bothered arguing; I really wanted Mum to like Julie, and there was no point in antagonising her. I realised that she was only saying it because she felt responsible to Julie's parents for looking after their daughter while she was under her roof.Anyway, I knew there was no chance of Jen grassing me up for anything we did manage behind Mum's back! If Mum thought Jen was going to chaperone us, she was barking up the wrong tree. Jen was much more likely to assist us, egg us on, and even. But at least his wifewas aware of his "hobby" and he can be a little more out in the openabout it. Anyway, he thought what harm could come from it. He looked overat her and shook his head yes. He knew now there was no turning back. Healways wanted to be treated like one of the girls and now he was going tosee just how it was."I think that the first thing we are going to do is what we girls trulylove to do, and that is to go shopping. We can go to the mall in the nexttown and shop for some.