She waited until the door closed again. She wiped her pussy clean of the pee, pulled up her panties, straightened her dress and left the cubicle. She ...ook her time combing her hair and fixing her makeup before she left the toilet. She didn’t want to bump into the girls who had been talking of her husband. Outside the door she met George. ‘I have been looking for you, Clarisse. You certainly took your time in there.’ Said George ‘Yes! She said. ‘I decided to have some private time with myself.. ’ ‘Like me, along for the ride, huh?’ ‘Yes, but I can’t say I’d mind meeting someone special to connect with. And, despite your misgivings about these things, I’d say you’re on the same page.’ ‘Are you always this confident when it comes to reading people?’ ‘Only when I see girls like you scanning a room full of singles, checking out the merchandise, so to speak.’ She stepped closer to him. ‘Girls like me…That’s quite a presumptuous statement considering you don’t know anything about me.’ He. "You're beautiful, Mom," I stammered, and got up from the bed. "Get some sleep."I dashed from the bedroom, brushed my teeth, and got in bed. I pulled off my pajama shirt, which I never actually wore to bed, threw it at the closet door, and tried to go to sleep.The minutes ticked by like hours. Burned into my mind was the shadowy image of my mother's naked form. The gentle curves of her torso, her pronounced nipples, the mysterious fur of her bush. I imagined myself touching her, and my cock. Mom had bought a picnic lunch in an old style wicker basket and though it would be nice to walk down a long path through the woodland to an opening and eat it there.Mom and I walked down the path with me carrying a couple of chairs and blanket and mom the wicker held up to her chest with both hands as it was heavy. I didn’t mean to but I noticed how sexy mom looked in her shorts as she moved. The white shorts were pasted on her ass and there was a hint of red thong from under the fairly.