As she drove down the road, and the big truck lumbered past her to lead the way, her mobile phone rang. She recognised the number, her best girl frien..., Sitesh. She picked it up.“Hi, Sitesh.”“Hello, Jenna, honey. I just wanted to check how you got on with your Mum and what she thinks about you rolling up without your so-called boyfriend ‘Jeff’ in tow.”“I haven’t actually seen Mum yet, Sitesh, my car broke down on the way. That shit Scott hasn’t serviced the car in all the time I’ve had it, and. My mum worked from home as she had an online business that she ran, she used a computer in a small room near the lounge to do her business from, so that ment that we spent many hours together in the house alone, my bedroom was on the second floor just along the landing from my mums, at the other end of the landing there was a bathromm etc., it had a nice shower in it also.About 7pm One evening just after we had eat our evening meal I went up to my bedroom, I had told my mother that I was going. Only difficulty I faced is I couldn’t give more attention to her body, as my face is turned more towards the front seat and buried on to her leg. But I soon adjusted myself again. I turned my body in such a way that it lies in a twisted shape. In this position my feet was firmly on the ground, my torso lay flat on the seat, making my dick project out to the top like a rocket. My head was flat on her lap facing her and her boobs, with navel towards the side. This was the ideal heaven where I. Ah... they're nice."Mike was beaming. "Why don't you wear them tonight?" Well..." Jen normally wore pantyhose. It's not that she disliked garters and stockings, they were just harder to manage."Come on, you'll look great in them." Well, okay," Jen agreed, somewhat reluctantly. At least he wasn't asking her to go braless.On the drive over, and during the wedding ceremony, Mike couldn't keep his hands off Jen's legs, running his fingers over the garter straps. Jen was enjoying all the attention.