..but I'm the pervert?!" my father joked."Pretty much! " my mother replied.Couldn't argue with her logic though I thought, it does seem to be the way....Even just the other day at work, I heard some mothers joking about how cute their son's ass's were! Couldn't see that going down well with a group of fathers.A few moments passed as my mother continued to caress my fathers now rock hard cock while watching my sister sunbathe. Then I noticed my mothers hand slide under his shorts and grab his cock. There were thick white petticoats under thedress which puffed it up somewhat and my mother wore fishnet tightsunderneath and a three inch heel. If she wasn't my mother I woulddefinitely have been trying to chat her up, she was a great piece ofarse.I went for an interview and was excited to notice that the ladies whoworked there were also dressed like Mum. It seemed a dream job.I was offered the job straight away and signed the terms and conditionswithout reading the section headed "dress. Wendy Greg is an old school friend I have known for years". As usual the wife was all smiles and was a very active hostess and she produced snacks and nibbles that made her husband smile for this was the only occasions when she actually got off her backside and did something, especially in creating a meal. Forewarned by Greg to not interfere in any of the activity that he was to introduce, Barry sat and enjoyed the show. "I'll tell you when she is ripe and ready", Greg had said. Now he, in the. It don't make no sense. You beat a girl up and she can't work. She can't work, you don't make no money, you know what I mean?" Do they try to hold out on you very often?" Naw, they know it ain't worth it." Do you take any of your ladies to your own bed?" 'Course. That is, the "A" team. The "B" team, naw, not so much." Are you afraid of disease?" Not with my best girls. I tell 'em all to get checked. The smart ones do. The others ... well..." Do you try to protect them?" How you mean?" Well, you.