She'd send flowersand even lingerie to Timmy every now and then. Always feminine andladylike things. He got up from his chair crumpled the letter to...sing itin the trash under the sink, he never kept a letter from Madge. Timmywas half way through one of his magazines when he heard the garage dooropen. Within moments Ned was home from his office for the day, enteringthe kitchen. It was early afternoon but with Ned being his own bossworking on his investments and real estate deals his time was. "I continued delicately stroking his thigh. I could see his penis growing rapidly under his trousers. He had a look of confusion and excitement on his face all at the same time. I bet no one had ever touched him there before."What are you doing Mom?" he nervously asked."Well, I thought you might react a bit more proactively if you were stimulated, so to speak." I said with a raised eyebrow and cheeky smile. "You're a growing boy," I said while looking at his straining cock "with growing boy's. .well, naked. He had his left hand on his cock, stroking himself through his olive green boxer briefs, and she inhaled sharply at the sight of the outline of his hardness struggling against the fabric. Now it was her turn. "Take the boxer briefs off," she said. He smiled, the gentle, sly smile she had imagined a thousand times over, and pulled down his boxer briefs. "Oh fuck," she murmured, as his cock sprang free. The words tumbled and tripped out of her mouth, a whispered, "Oh fuck,. “That’s how I knew the place. For a fifties-style greasy spoon, you can’t get much better than this.”The server set the check in front of me and Helen snatched it. From her bag she retrieved some bills and set them on the table. “That should cover it plus a tip,” she said.We headed to the parking lot and Helen backed the Leaf out of the parking stall. We headed back to the condo. “This was a good idea,” I said. “I enjoyed myself.”“So did I,” Helen replied. “It’s a nice change of pace.”She.