Then, after rubbing the lotion in, she said, “Ok, let’s get you rolled over.”At that moment, I knew mom couldn’t help but see my erection. Do...’t get me wrong… I’m not saying I’m hung like a horse, but the pale white limp little tube she had seen when she dried me off was now about six inches long, twice as thick, and hard as steel. But as I said, the fever had me to the point that I didn’t care that I had a hard on my mom was going to see… if anything, it seemed a little naughty!Once I was on. “Bobby, this is my mother Barbara.”She looked to be in her mid-fifties, Robert judged, slim like Terry but a few inches shorter with an intelligent face. Her brown hair had flecks of grey in it and the glasses she wore complemented her face.“I’m pleased to meet you Squadron Leader Barlow”, said in a voice like Terry’s almost devoid of a Scottish accent.“Please, it’s just Robert Mrs Kerr.” He replied with a smile, shaking her hand.“And this is my father Angus Kerr” Terry announced.Angus Kerr was. So I sent just the word ‘ok’, and then finished my meal.After that it was simply a case of dressing and at one I messaged him then sat on a seat in the garden with a book, dressed in my best green dress, stockings and matching undies in turquoise silk, a picture of a content homely sophisticated house wife. He arrived at a quarter to two, camera in hand, and began snapping from the gate, I knew from the tent in his trousers that he approved of my clothing choices, and he soon had me posing. Beautifully heart-shaped. “And, um, what was it you wanted to do a few years ago,” I ask, still not wanting to assume anything. I feel like I'm dreaming and if I am, I don't want to wake up yet. This is by far the best fantasy I've had of Sam and I don't want it to stop. Sam doesn't say anything, as she turns back around. She bites her lower lip for a moment, before she reaches up and kisses me. I have to wrap an arm around her, to steady her this time. I'm too tall for her to do it without.