That she was trying to put a lid on a boiling pot of something was obvious, but no one objected to her maneuver. We all made our way back to the party...CHAPTER 42I was there. Lana was there. And so were Owen and Abigail and Mortimer. The door swung open and a white clad lady with a stethoscope looped around her neck came smiling up to the soon to be proud poppa.“Doctor?” said Mort.“It’s a boy. Mom and our new young man are doing fine. You’ll be able to go in shortly. The nurses are in charge for. As she grabs the shoulders of the coat you put the two plugs on the table to help slip your arms out. When the hostess notices the plugs and sees you are completely naked and exposed she smiles at you as she hangs the coat next to the booth.As you start to sit down, she touches your hand and says, "If you need help with anything else, just ask," as you notice she is looking at the plugs...You smile at her and say, “Thank you very much, I’m sure I could use a hand in a few minutes.”The leather. I visited her on Mother’s Day weekend, and she insisted that we go to play tennis at the courts provided by the condominium complex. I came dressed in a polo shirt and Dockers, and stated that I couldn’t play because I didn’t have sportswear to put on. She pish-poshed that excuse, and went to retrieve a pair of my father’s white tennis shorts. Dejected, I went to the bathroom to change, knowing that my mother’s 8 years of playing high school and college tennis did not bode well for my barely. Then she started throating it, and my mind shifted back to an awesome blow job. She stopped.“Hey,” she said, “You want to fuck me?”“Uh,” I replied, “Kind of hard to do through a hole.”“I’ll do all the work,” she said, “You just stay hard for me baby.”“Ok i'll try it,” I said, “Go for it.”“Pussy or ass?” she asked.“Uh,” I said, thinking, “Pussy.”She slid her wet pussy on my shaft and I could hear her ass cheeks slapping against the wall as she fucked herself with my cock.“Let’s do ass,” she said.