All I know is I don't remember anything in my life as I remember that EXACT moment, I remember everything, the weight of the bed changing as my mother...climbed onto it. Her hands grazing my thigh and then my stomach then my breast feeling the heat of her body over me, as she climbed over me, my feet curling in from nervousness and I felt her lower her body gently onto me, her hand reaching down and gently pushing my thigh to open my leg...haha her right leg nudging its way between mine and her. Dad made sure he hammered that point home when talking about David’s character.”Tate asked, “Why would that nasty old bastard crawl out of his hole to talk up David to you? He only talked to Laura because she had cancer and called him.”“That was the oddest thing dad said. His neighbor is tied to the Rodeo Drive Tiffany and Co somehow. He told my dad about this guy who picked up a necklace and earrings that retailed around ten million dollars. The jewelry store got paid to hold it in their vault. ." I murmured, gawking at her poked out ass as I leaned back and spreaded my legs open, exposing the bulge I tried to conceal that whole afternoon. "My lord, and you're packing a hammer," she purred, examining my girthy shaft, "I guess the first interview question is... how big is it?" She reached down from where she stood and felt along the top half of my lengthy cock, still somewhat in its flaccid state. My throat was tight. I couldn't even answer. She grabbed on the bulging meat, daring it. "Oh I'm so sorry, Jenny, that's inexcusable of me." I replied, went to the door, opened it and there she was, in a white bra and g-string. As we stood there her eyes dropped to my oh-so-evident black thatch and widened. For my own part I couldn't help noticing the wet patch on the front of her g-string and wondered if her juices were flowing as much as were mine.I stepped out of the room, walked to the linen closet and selected some towels. Oh yes, I did notice just how incredibly gorgeous.