And now --Just Plain Bob's StartI had just gone to the keg to refill my plastic cup when I saw her slip out the door to the back patio. Normally I wou...dn't have thought anything about it since we were at a party and everybody was circulating and socializing and the patio is where you would normally go for a breath of fresh air. No, it wasn't her going out that caught my eye, it was the furtive way she looked when she did it. You know the look; like you are going to do something you shouldn't. "I... I... I..." I stammered. I was overcome."Now now, no fuss -- remember what you promised your mommy. Come on, pants down," she said as she put the lingerie down, grabbed my belt buckle, and began to undo it. "Let's just get these off."My erection was not the largest ever recorded, but it wasn't invisible, and the proximity of the mother's face to my crotch was not helping matters at all -- a fact my mother quickly discovered."Oh, now I see," she giggled. "A little excited, are we? Well, I. Her clothing decisions varied from not-quite-embarrassing to just off center; at the basketball game she looked like a frumpy overweight librarian, but for both the Nobel lecture and the CD party she chose clingy eye-catching blouses and knee-length skirts that practically forced you to take all of her curves in at once. Ray wanted to give her some advice, but he couldn't find any way that wouldn't be either condescending or insulting. Luckily he had picked his events well and hadn't run into. Then he'd take off his shirt and I'd see how he was build like a Greek god. He'd reach down and finger me until I was wet enough to take him. I would undo his pants and slowly pull down his underwear..."Miss Dunok, is there something more interesting you'd like to talk about?" Mr. Bartley interrupted.I was completely pulled out of the daydream. "Oh, no sir. Um, may I be excused?" I conjured out. Mr. Bartley sighed and waved me off. "Wash your face while your at it. Wake yourself up, we still.