........" They both sat there for a moment in silence until Peter asked softly, "And what would your pleasure be today, ma'am?!?" "She turned away wit... her cheeks turning red and replied very softly, "I'd like you to bathe, powder, and diaper me, if that's all right with you!?!" "Of course it is, Mrs. Ingram," he said gently, "why don't we go up stairs and get started!!!"Once in the spacious bathroom, Peter immediately started the drawing the bath and then turned to help his fifty two year old. And I was forced to sit there in the closet and watch.Well, I guess I wasn’t forced to watch. But there was nothing else to do, and once I got over the shock (and the ick-factor) ... I’ve got to admit, it was sort of interesting watching Mom get used like a slut.Not just like a slut, I realized. My Mom was a slut - she’d known this guy for what, 40 minutes before bringing him home and letting him fuck her in like ninety different positions.I even rubbed a few out myself, just watching them. I. As he got to his older sister's panties, he felt the material, and spent a bit more time than usual noticing the details. They were bikini-cut and pink, made of shiny satin. He spent a few minutes rubbing the fabric between his fingers. A bird chirping outside snapped Tom out of his trance. He quickly finished the rest of the laundry, soon forgetting the panties. Little did he know, but this was only the beginning.The next day, he was at his friend John's house. They were in the basement. During the last twenty minutes of the ride to my stop it was only the two of us. I would sit in the front most right hand seat and we would begin talking. Nothing profound but just two people who saw each other everyday.As we came close to my stop I would stand next to her seat ready to leave the bus. She kept both hands on the wheel as she easily guided the huge vehicle around curves and corners. I would take the opportunities granted and gaze with sidelong looks at her. Each bump proved she.