She moved her hands to her bra slipping her fingers in the cups she felt her nipples, squeezing them she felt them grow between her fingers, squeezing...a little harder, she felt a buzz between her legs, her hand moved from her bra and moved down to her skirt, hitching it up she rubbed her pussy thru her knickers god she felt horny, she contemplated going to go get her plastic friend, and was just about to move off the lounger when she heard a cough, startled she jumped up pulling her sunglasses. Dad had his fill of strange pussy again and was back. About six months later mom threw dad a fortieth birthday party. I don't think that it was the first time I'd met her but it was the first time I'd noticed. Her name was Laura.To tell the truth Laura was kind of plain, her body that of a thirty-six year old mother of three. But I was an eighteen year old virgin, a little over weight. Tired of chasing girls who just wanted to be friends.I don't know why her husband left early. He probably had. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and slid them down, but not so quick that I didn’t catch a glimpse of a dark patch of hair between her legs before the skirt came back down. By this time, my head was reeling. This sudden outburst by mom, the physical sensations of her tits against my back, the quick glimpse of what I knew to be her pussy, and the realization and embarrassment that I didn’t mind the bra on me… I kind of liked it.As all this was trying to process in my head, I saw that. She gave me tipson my posture, my stride and even how to hold my elbows in."Where to now, mom? I'm still a little nervous about being here. I knowI look alright, but this is all so foreign." I suggest we go to the places your sister always liked. I see anAnthropologie store across from us and I know there is an Urbanoutfitter here and also H & M. The H & M is very inexpensive and we canget you some stylish accessories and fun pieces there." Those are fine, but lets not go overboard. I only need.