She was dressed entirely in white although purity had nothing to do with this outfit. Starting from the floor I took in this site guaranteed to make a...dead man get hard.Brenda's feet were covered with a pair of white five inch pumps. Her long legs were encased in very shear white stockings. The ruffled skirt Brenda was wearing was a very short and lacy affair. The tops of her stockings were just barely visible. The short skirt made her look taller than her five and a half feet. Brenda's 22 inch. And there we sat…would there be more “gosh” in his life or was it a one time thing? We were hesitant: Mom and son; not sure of the next move. I made the move. “Come over here and let me look at you.” He scooted his chair closer to me. “Let’s have a look at you,” I said…”You know…” He said: “This?” and stood and pulled off his shorts and underwear. There he stood before his Mom with a magnificent erection throbbing just inches in front of my face. Then he got bold. “You liked sucking. I was feeling more and more horny as the seconds passed. I put my hand under the sheet and slid my finger into my slit, it was sticky and wet and ready to be finger fucked. I caught the eye of a passer by who by the sight of me almost fell over, this is what I wanted. He stumbled but didn't take his eyes away from my luscious breasts. I leaned against my balcony, parted the sheet and exposed my swollen pussy. The passer by stopped dead in his tracks. I wanted a bigger audience, the rush going. “She’s OK. I like detective novels, and she gives the story a sexy twist.”“Sexy twist, eh?”“Yeah,” I said, looking straight at him, “the heroine sleeps with the guy who saves her from a very dangerous situation.”“I’ll bet the heroine wasn’t as cute as you,” Viking says with a big mile.“Maybe, maybe not. Her savior wasn’t like you though.”“No? How’s that?”“He’s a vampire.” Big smile. “Vampires don’t smell as good as humans do.”“How do you know? Can you tell how I smell from there?”“Come over.