I was caught. Busted. Why bother running. I stood in the kitchen hard as a rock and waited. With in a few minutes Albert stepped from the bedroom and ...eft the home. A booty call? Even matures have booty calls.After fifteen minutes and after letting Albert out the backdoor, later my grandmother came into the kitchen in her robe. She was pissed I could tell and she immediately began yelling at me. I'll spare you most of the drama but basically she called me a pervert and kept threatening to tell. Then the first magic happened. My breastsbecame round and budded out, with my nipples feeling incrediblysensitive, almost painfully so. Even the lightest brushing on them wouldcause something close to an electric shock. One night, when walkingaround my house in just a neglig?, the brushing of the silk over mynipples, my clitoris and my legs sent such shockwaves that I had to liedown in bed, overwhelmed and drained by such female sensations!But the real focus of such new sensations was. "i dont know im just not used to seeing you cleaning like that and not wearing a bra". She then quickly realized she wasnt wearing a bra and looked at her own chest to notice her hard nipples poking through "oh so thats because of me then" I stammered and said yes in a cracked voice. "you think your own mother is hot dont you?" as I was saying no she cut me off and said that she had a proposition for me. "ill tell you what, if you help me through out the summer, maybe I will help you with your. She donated a lot of her dresses or gave them to family members and friends. She still kept quite a few but since having the children she had to have them altered. Needless to say the kids pretty much changed her body but it was still beautiful and I loved kissing and rubbing oil on every inch of it. At least once every other year we would take the trip to Paris to do the audit and visit with Ron and Barb. They had kids of their own who would soon be in the family business. While I would audit.