Usually it would be on a hat day – you see, if she had a tutorial or seminar that couldn’t be dodged, she would have her hair up and would be carr...ing a hefty leather satchel. She could put on her horn-rimmed glasses and be every inch the earnest student majoring in literature. If we were going out, though, to a gallery or the theatre, she often wore a hat – generally a flat-brimmed Spanish-looking affair – and looked as different from the other students as chalk from cheese. Another coffee. "I saw that you were worried a few times."I guess staring at Mom's tits was evidence of me being 'worried'."Look, honey. Would it make you feel better if I checked myself several times a day? It isn't necessary, but would it make you feel better?"I nodded as if greatly relieved. I had better act really worried or I would sure as hell be in deep shit.Mom pulled her shirt apart, almost exposing her right tit in its entirety. She felt underneath, her fingers searching for and finding the little. Even the little beads of sweat on her lower back turned me on. "Lower, Don," she whispered. Those beautiful cheeks beckoned. My cock throbbed. My palms itched and I started sweating. I poured some lotion onto my hand and, after rubbing my hands together, I let them hover over the flesh of Peggy's butt. For only a second. I swear, I imagined I heard a sizzle when I touched her ass. I began kneading those cheeks. She groaned and parted her legs a bit. By then I was too excited to worry about. She hadn’t bargained for this and feared for her expensive tights, but the rewards would be much greater than the cost of replacing them.Ray lay down on his belly, so she did the same and he handed her a pair of binoculars from the backpack. She focussed them expertly and scanned them in the same direction as him. The air was still, but noisy with morning feeding frenzies of many moorland species of birds. She loved the sound as an accompaniment to the silent sweeps of the horizon and nearer.