I guess dad and I thought alot alike. Mom like it when she played his hotwife, and she did miss some of the parties they use to go to. I wanted to bri...g that feeling back for mom so I began surfing mother and son sights. I couldn't believe some of the things I found. There was vacation spots for mothers and sons. Private parties and dinners. partner swapping. just about anything a husband and wife could do. I made contact with a lady who was having a private party in her home for new people, to. "James walked to the mirror. Hell, Molly was right. A lot of people woreuniforms. Waitresses, clowns, athletes. You were at work, what, onethird of your life? That wasn't too much, was it?James spun, and Molly unzipped the dress he was wearing. It fell to thefloor, and he stepped out of it. He reached behind him to try tounclasp his bra."No, don't," Molly said. "I want you to sleep in in it. That, andthis," she said, flipping him an ivory-colored nightgown. "You mightneed to get used to. "You fuckin' cunts are going to give us your fuckin' money!" He jabbed a grubby forefinger in my direction with each statement. I decided to play it sensibly, offering to get my wallet from my jacket if they left us alone. He hacked up a gob of phlegm and spat at me. From the four yards or so, it nearly hit my shoe. I tried not to flinch but it was obvious that we weren't going to get away with giving them anything in my pocket."Girls, behind me" I said forcefully so that they'd obey. At that moment and wearing the caftan, she looked more feminine than I’d ever seen her look before. In the past I’d have given her one, or perhaps two out of ten for looks, but now I had to admit that in a Junoesque sort of way she was quite a handsome woman. Fancifully I saw her as a sort of earth mother, a mother goddess, especially with that impressive bosom. In the past I’d wondered how she’d managed to get engaged three times, but now I had an inkling of what might have attracted the men..