Then I told her that I would drive her home if she could climb into my truck which is a little high. At first she said no and tried calling her daught...r again. After no response she agreed to let me take her home.When we got to her house I had to help her get out of my truck and then is when she asked me to come in for a drink or something. I said why not I love talking to her. She got me an iced tea and we sat at her dining room table talking. She was worried about her daughter. Then her phone. Hank brought his hands up her thighs one last time before they ventured up her sides and then, at last, he cupped her magnificent tits. He could feel her stiffened nipples through her bathing suit but could not think of a way to free them to the air and his skin. He pushed his hips up to meet each of her downward movements and she responded each time by moaning into his mouth. He played with her nipples, pinching them softly between his fingers. He loved how hard they were getting and how. This was the first time I was looking at mom as a woman, and not just as my mother.I noticed the contours of her body, which was quite prominent, although covered in layers of clothing. I noticed the folds of her hips which looked like they were made to be gripped by my strong hands. The sweat beads on her back, just below her neck glittered like the night time stars.Mom suddenly turned around and raised her eyebrows, as if asking what I was looking at.I just shook my head and left the room. “Mmm mmm, I’ve watched you many times, but you are even more irresistible now that you are in my arms.”“How did you do that?”“Undressing you?”“Yup.”She giggles. “There’s not much I can’t do.” She puts a finger on the mirror and it goes black. I feel her warm body briefly leave mine and now she’s naked too. She’s art, and not just because of the beautiful ink covering her body. She’s death and resurrection, and not just because of what she is. I want her like I never wanted anybody in my life. I.