I wasn't sure how well this typeof top would work with the corset, but fuck it. I had to see this look.It took me a few moments, to get the top zipped...on the right way, butwhen I did and looked, oh man. I looked hot. Well, I looked like a cheapwhore for rent, but let's be fair, that's the look I was going for!I turned to Brad and strolled slowly over to him, tossing my hair to theside, "What do you think?" Its very sexy! You look really hot!" he was eyeing me up and down. Thatwas a real thrill. When she had taken the Mac off, Carlo had seen that the short-sleeved jacket was really a bolero, without lapels, and wide cut at it'sdeep bustline, showing only a fairly flimsy lace edged chemise below.Her generous and tanned cleavage, hinting at an expensively fittedbrassiere, showed at the slightest movement, for anyone who cared tolook. Her slender arms, unadorned, save an understated stainless steelRolex on her left wrist, and wedding and engagement rings on the samehand, were tanned and. As it should be, my fantasies were of women in string bikinis or bent over on hands and knees in some porn flick, offering her two nether openings to a cock twice the size of mine.She was my mother, for heaven's sake, and mothers are off limits. I had done a satisfactory amount of fucking by the time I graduated high school, but never desired to prong the mothers of any of my friends, not even the mothers who looked like sluts. Jeez, the idea of fucking my mother, or even peeking up her dress,. She told come help her in kitchen so I did, we talked a bit she said good thing he tall cuz you being 5'11" with out heels and wearing 5" ones makes about same hieght. Well it wasn't long before the door bell rang,it was Becky and Mike, my mom and kissed when they came in.We all went in to the kitchen and sat down at the table an drank some ice tea.Mike sat beside me and I put my legs close to him,he finally put his hand down and rubbed my thigh.He whispered nice soft and smooth i said thank.