I took my time and felt around every inch and every curve. My mom just moaned softly as my hand roamed around her body. I used both my hands to wash ...er gorgeous butt checks and made sure it was covered in bubbles. I gave a quick slap which made my mom jump and she turned round and closed in on my lips. We kissed slow and tender as my hand moved around to her front and washed her pussy. She moaned around my mouth, as I pressed against her pussy as I cleaned it. “Mmmmm your turn baby” she broke. I was too much of a realist to see her romantically, or sexually, or in any other way but as a work buddy. Fantasy about her was stupid. At the end of our shift, we were told to dress for work in the plant the next night. We talked in the parking lot for a few minutes before driving home. The next afternoon, she appeared at the time-clock in a dressy blouse and a skirt. I wore cut-offs and a t-shirt, a bandanna in my pocket to make into sweatband. ‘I thought we were dressing for the plant. ”“Would you like another taste?” Lisa said coyly, teasing.John could only nod. Lisa dropped her panties and took John’s hand. She guided him under the hem of her night dress, up her thighs to the top of her legs. John moaned as his fingers grazed the outer lips.“You’re so wet baby…” Their foreheads pressed together as he slipped his middle finger between the folds. Now she moaned. John went deeper, until she pulled his wrist away, and forced his finger into his own mouth. He sucked her juices. Business hours were held between 8 am and 8 pm but there were nights I would be there past ten. Now that my wife is gone it was almost pointless to rush to get home early. After cutting her clothing off I admired her body. She was a petite woman, looking at her you wouldn't think she was forty-one, just a year older than me. But her body looked amazing. Her breast still in place and her skin had not began to sag. She was all about being healthy and living as long as we could. I rubbed my hand.