I went into the kitchen to grab a coke and saw my mom out the back windows, sitting on a lounge chair in the back yard, suntanning. She was wearing a ...wimsuit that she often wore while tanning in private, one that was too revealing to ever wear in public. It was cut high up the side; not a thong, but not that far from it. She had pulled the straps off her shoulders to allow her upper chest to tan without strap lines. She looked unbelievably sexy. I went into my room and closed the door, then. " I nodded and she took out a tube from her bag and began to squeeze. After a few seconds she realised it was still sealed, she punctured it with the cap, squoze a quarter of the tube onto my shaft then quickly put the tube away and began rubbing the cold clear gel into my shaft and balls before her husband came back. I guess this was her secret, but I don’t think she’d used it before because she used far too much.There was so much gel that it wouldn’t absorb right away and I was on the verge. I lay there unashamedly, as the weak morning sun started to enlighten the room, 'Did you enjoy yourself', I asked him, curiously wanting to know how much pleasure he derived from my drunken offering?He was right in that sense, women know when men want them for sex, and I knew he did, and shamefully, I had teased and played him over those years, where in the beginning I had seethed with a burning hatred of a husband who had walked out on me, causing me to move to this apartment block, and live a. Fucking fine as all hell. Smooth skin, a thin, well-trimmed beard, and a perfect smile. I began to thing this must be one of those bot accounts. The profile pic looked like a model, which isn't a good sign. But I thought, might as well, right? I shot off a message, a quick, "Hey, what's up?" and checked his bio while I waited.Name: "SandyCheeks4..." and then an up and down arrow emoji, the symbol for verse. Bio was simple: "Looking for NSAfun at mall on Saturday." The usual green flags were all.