Megan had always been my role model, even though we only saw one another a couple of times a year - I had admired and loved her as long as I can remem...er, partly because we were both redheads (I hated being "Carrot Top"), but mostly because she always treated me as though I were a friend rather than the pesky little cousin I really was. They arrived late Wednesday afternoon, and I think I chattered non-stop to Megan from the instant they stepped off the airplane. Partly it was because I had. She's wearing a white dress with an open back that hugs her perfect form tightly.“H-Hi.” You stutter, trying not to be too obvious as you check her out.“Hello.” She answers politely, but you can tell she doesn't want to be bothered.“Here. I've brought you a drink while you wait. Ginger Ale.” You hand her the soda and she thanks you, then raises the window again.You aren't sure how long until the drugs take effect, so you stand near the car too make sure no one checks on her. After a few minutes. ”I turned to find she was only in bra and briefs and her hips pressed into mine.Her kiss was seductive; causing me to blush at the sexual surge I’d felt.My breath caught in my throat. I’d fantasied some times, but I’d never seen my mother, a prim brunette, semi-naked before.Christ she had a great figure! Her breasts were full and high, barely held in check by the little bra she was wearing. Her waist was slim and flared dramatically onto inviting hips. Her legs were long, slender and. I’m not used to being on my knees for this long.” She held up her hand expectantly. Seeing her on her knees in front of me was tortuous to both my cock and my marriage. I wished for the life of me that my cock wouldn’t harden in this lady’s presence, no matter how hot and flirty she may have been. Not knowing what to say to that, I reluctantly helped her up to her feet before things could begin to get awkward. With a sigh, “I need to get going so I can take care of a few things.” Without.