Go for it!" Ann knew only to well what that message meant, just as she understood the message sent by the other items Tom had slipped into her suitcas.... She found nylons, garter belt, black bustier, a black negligee, and what Tom called her 'come fuck me' high heels. Oh yes indeed, the message was plain - "Get yourself fucked by another man!"A few years ago Ann had asked her husband why he read magazines like Penthouse, Gallery, Forum, and others like them. Tom had said that they were the way. Her stylish black glasses make her look all the more adorable and pretty. She's like a oxymoron in a way - a really cool geek!I hold my arms open and she wraps hers around me, bumping her breasts into mine fairly hard as we hug.She nervously grits her teeth as she pulls away from our quick hug, probably feeling a little awkward about our unintended chest-pump."Please, come in!"She turns and shows me into her little apartment."Thank you for having me."I thank her as we enter.She's wearing quite. Mom gave me a stern look, "Doreen, I'm going to start shopping. I want you to go in the back room with Mr. Green and suck his cock. Do a good job and make sure that he knows that you are enjoying doing it." "Mom, he's old and I've never done it before", I whined. "He's seventy but that doesn't make any difference. You know what to do. You've seen me do it and he will show you how he likes it. Now go do it." "Mom? Why don't you do it? Why do I have to?" My mother replied that he only. I just went near her room. I shocked that she didn’t slept. Also hugging pillow and rolling on the bed. I observe all these things through the window. I decided to get in her room. My luckiness, she forgot to put the door completely. I just removed my jeans at the door only and entered into the room she was shocked by seeing me and my erecting cock. I just closed the door and asked her.I: I think you are thinking about me.She: No but I think some of about you. I hope I need some one now.I: I.