I was flirting with her unintentionally , which she must ´ve noticed . So she kept looking at the Tv . I left her to her imaginations and went to my ...oom . Obviously I started surfing in the Internet about black curvy and mature women . The Urge for my mother´s body was still there . After countless hours of surfing , I crashed into my bed . Deep in the night I woke up . Wondering what my mother might do right know , I looked for her in the living room . She was still sitting there on the couch. Gene stood up and walked over to Mary and put his hands on her tits and squeezed them both. Then he bent over and kissed both nipples. He let go of Mary's tits and returned to his chair and told her to remove her skirt. Mary unzipped the skirt and let it drop to the floor and then she stepped out of it. Mary was wearing a black slip under her skirt and Gene told her to take it off. When Mary stepped out of the slip she was left with just a sexy little pair of black panties (which I had seen and. We were sitting in a quieter area, watching a girl wearing only a black lace thong get her ass whipped. (Rumor was she could cum from that alone and since I couldn’t do anything like that I was both skeptical and extremely intrigued.) The group sitting with me was a mix of new people like me and seasoned veterans of the Scene, and everyone was sharing likes, dislikes, and experiences. I had noticed Ben right away, because of his age, he looked about 25-28 (there were not a lot of people in. She'd slipped it on. Alook of confusion, then wonder crossed her face. Only it wasn't her faceanymore. Her prettyness flowed like wax into handsome. Really handsome.Strong jaw, perfectly defined, gorgeous blue eyes.She looked down. A hand groped her crotch. I knew what she was goingthrough."Fucking hell! I've got a cock." Lucky you!" I mumbled.She, or he - I think it will be easier if I stick with the pronoun forthe apparent gender - shone his torch right in my eyes. His other handstayed.