In the middle of the floor there were three suitcases that had been purchased for three different occasions. The first one was three years old and had...been purchased for a trip to Florida. The second one was bought for California. The latest was from Bermuda. All three suitcases sat there with their lids gaping open and still partially packed with new and soiled clothes from each of the individual trips. Mixed in among the debris were stacks and stacks of Sunday Newspapers. The slick covered. He found her breast soft and delicate, and even though he was used to firmer ones, there was something sensual about his mother’s. It was more supple and somehow, Justin found that more than erotic, if there was such a thing.But what he found more tantalizing than her breast itself was her nipple. Bigger than most he had ever seen before, it was soft and movable, needing attention to make it stiffen. It was a challenge that he was going to enjoy.She was enjoying it also. She felt Justin’s hand. All okay, of course. After a large enough group had gathered, and everyone had finished their desired libation, we got down to the business at hand, to coin a phrase. Everyone took off their clothes. We had gay men, mostly with hard bodies, lesbians, mostly with very fine bodies, straight guys, staring at all the titties and cunts around them, and bi-sexuals trying to decide who to focus on tonight. We even had a a couple of trannies, with tits and dicks. Very welcome, of course. All were. ”She said, “You know, I know about you and my mom being together many years ago.”I tried to act surprised but she would have none of it.She said, “You were all she talked about for years.”I thought of trying to deny it. I didn’t want her to think I was the reason her parents divorced but I knew, it would do no good.She said, “When I started to date, my mom would compare my boyfriends to you.”I almost melted when she glanced down at the bulge in my shorts, licked her lips and said, “Now I see.