There ought to be a lawagainst it or something. Or there should be a diagnosis for sonssuffering from too sexy mothers. PMS. Pretty Mommy Syndrome....he's 40, but tells everyone she's 29. She even had a driver's licenseand British birth certificate "adjusted" to reflect her imagination.She's a model. The closest famous person she resembles is Raquel Welch.My mother has long dark hair, a large bust, and sexy suntanned legs thatgo on forever. In contrast, I am skinny, have a fair complexion,. Then I phoned my friend told him it was his day off work and he better ring in sick, and I would explain later, and to wear some garage door fixing clothes over to my house, we didn't want to lie too much more than need be so he told his wife the same story he rang his work and got the day off. He came over to my place a while later, the garage door did need fixing the bottom had come out of the runner a two minute job to fix. I set my computor on the bench and we set about working, my wife. I froze. I thought she had seen me, but then she said, ‘Oh Joshy, fuck me harder!’ She was thinking about me while she was masturbating! This turned me on even more. I started jerking off even harder. As she continued to say my name, I continued to jerk off even harder. I let out a moan. Angeline stopped. She’d heard me. She put down the vibrator and slowly walked over to the door where I was still jerking off. ‘Josh?’ she said when she was about two yards away from the door. I walked into her. But now my tongue was in her mouth, feeling the new sensation of a pierced tongue against mine. She kissed me eagerly, greedily—it was obvious that she was deeply into girls, maybe even a lesbian. Our saliva was flowing into each other and over our chins and cheeks. The sensation of being pushed against her warm, soft, sweaty skin from head to ankle was weird, new, and intoxicating. I was deliberately now rubbing my stiff nipples against hers. There were tiny clinks when our nipple jewelry.