" It's not that bad." I answered.At this point, Rhonda walked up to the ladder and offered to steady it as I reached for the final piece of trim. When...I thanked her for her concern and help, I found her hands on my thighs, as opposed to the ladder."My, My, My" she said..."you're really built well."I turned slightly, to acknowledge her compliment and that's when her one hand found my cock through my painter's pants."Oh My" she exclaimed. "You're REALLY built well, aren't you?"I didn't know what. Aé,lita nodded. Okay, Ill just watch TV until you get done. Going into her room Marie stripped herself of everything, walked into her bathroom and turned on the shower, letting the water heat up. While she waited she looked at her reflection in the mirror. Shed changed a lot over the years, some for the good and some for the bad, but right now she loved who she was. Getting in the shower she made quick of washing her hair and body. She had a smile on her face until she got back into the. She's sexy and smart and cute. No, Carol, you're not much older than I am. He's just not your type. I'm sure you like men, but nice men who aren't so smarmy, am I right? No? And you look so innocent, you nasty girl. She says she likes an occasional flesh stick. Her husband was the nice type, and she'd prefer just the hard-on for a night. She says I'm her type. Thank you Carol. Fix me another, I want to catch up. Anyway, Joe, there's a bit of a story here, so I'll cut to the chase."It started. So I'm going to dip your cock head into my wine glass and then suck it. You don't mind do you?"Fuck! Did I mind? Did my 'prim and proper' mother really say that? I didn't care. I found the idea so arousing, that I just nodded my head, almost lost for words that she'd said, what she had just said.Mom brought her wine glass next to my cock, which was now semi hard, but still pointed down a little as it was no way fully erect, grabbed my cock with one hand and dunked the tip of it into her wine.