Our lips moved together; her tongue slid lightly against mine. My hands slid down to her firm rear and squeezed; one of my legs moved between hers and...she rubbed against me, moaning.I pulled back. Without question, she raised her hands, and I pulled her sweater off over her head and dropped it aside. Her skirt went next; unzipped, it slid over her hips and fell to the floor. She was wearing sheer stockings and a matching pair of black lace panties and bra.I admired her for a moment, then. What was worse, with every step, her lubricated torso slid back and forth within the tight confines of the rubber corselet, rubbing her nipples and clitoris with the rounded rubber fingers inside. Occasionally, one of the little buggers would catch on her clitoris ring and give it a tweak forcing her to stop while paroxysms of tension radiated from her sex. Then too, the action of lifting her feet alternately pulled and released the rod to her crotch, pulling and pushing the thick dildo. The top was a light white linen, and it was clear she wasn't wearing a bra, as her dark nipples were not only clearly visible in the afternoon light, but it was also evident that they became erect quickly as I uncontrollably gawked at her. My neighbor introduced the young lady and the guy who was apparently with her (although he wasn't giving her much attention, instead attending to a motorcycle parked nearby that was apparently his). I have never since been able to remember her name or what. So there it was. My whole fantasy was built on a misperception, or would I have gotten to these feelings anyway?I was elated and felt like a weight was lifted. I loved her so much at that moment; I turned her in the chair and start kissing her all over her face. She was laughing and she said, "Ricky, what's gotten in to you today?" I love you mom…I love you." That's what I said to her even though she was looking at me as if I'd gone off the deep end, and of course, I had."I love you too.