The first set was the clothes I was the most reluctant to wear. Yupper! Those stretchy tight ones with the shirt Betty had given me. With those, a pai... of sneakers that someone had put a pair of the light blue laces in. The socks were not socks at all! They were more like tights! You know the kind, thicker than nylons and they looked like they were long enough to reach well above my knees! These were white. OH FRAPST! Next I noticed a web belt of light blue. The underwear? Well the T-shirt was. Dirty plates and cutleries were cleared from the sink and washed. He even found some fresh clean bed linen, which he never realized he had and changed the bed and pillows. Then he went into the bathroom and looked at himself in the small wall mirror for the first time. He hadn’t bothered using it before but now as he stood staring at his reflection, he was shocked! He looked terrible! Was that how he had looked for the last four years or so? His dark ash blonde hair looked dirty, overly long. I spread my pussy open for him, holding it wide so he could look at while he stroked himself. His eyes focused on my cunt as his father and I watched our son jerk off over me.I was mesmerized by the steady pumping of his hand on his cock. The way his arm moved, the flex of his hard young abs, and the rapturous look on his handsome face were just so excruciatingly sexy to me.It wasn’t half a minute before he groaned and thrust his cock toward me. Several ribbons of pearly cum jetted out of his. He reached out and touched my leg and I leaned against him. I could feel his face close to mine, we both felt it, we both wanted it. Our lips met in a passionate kiss. This is time I was the aggressive one. Years of fantasy and unexplored desires came rushing out. I stood up and pulled Eric up with me. I kissed him again, on his big soft lips and began to undo his belt and pants, letting them fall to the floor. He turned, stepped out of them and threw them onto a chair. I fell to my knees.