"And don't roll your eyes!!" she laughed.Easy for her to say; she wasn't the one naked, blindfolded, and tied to the recliner... on the other hand thi... situation had some interesting possibilities.It had started innocently enough: a nice dinner and a bottle of wine in front of the fire, teasing and touching, a nicely wrapped present of a dark green silk chemise. Then a second bottle of wine, some candles, soft jazz in the background, and things started to heat up. One thing led to another, and. I paint her nails the color you like, deep red wine. Then, dressing her in a pair of 6” heels, bra and white cotton panties. She lays on the bed and waits.I return to the living room, watching out the window, waiting to see you pull in the driveway. I send you a text, telling you, when you come home, please go to the bedroom. I am dressed only in one of your long sleeve dress shirts with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of white cotton panties. Finally, I see you pull in and immediately start. She pushed away from me, her face flushed. "Jimmy. I'm your mother." I moved back, embarrassed. I was hard, my cock jutting against my pants and I saw her notice."Sorry mom, the wine, I guess."She looked at me, a frown on her face. "Maybe you should pour me another glass." I moved away from her, grateful to break the spell and re-filled her glass and mine. When I turned around again she was back at the stove, stirring the stew. I brought the wine glass to her and set it on the counter."I'm. .. Alisha was certainly a blonde but shewas intelligent and didn't try to conceal it. Alisha a bimbo? Noway!She chatted easily to everyone and there was certainly no edge to herbut the more that I looked at her the more that I realised that shewas closer to thirty than twenty and may even have been a little thewrong side of it. I had heard of older women who were attracted toyounger men, or in Adam's case, to boys. I had also heard themdescribed as cougars... Was this what Alisha was? A.