He raised his binoculars nervously but excitedly. Would she still be there? He looked, found her and focused. Her mature breasts looked small but firm... showing little sign of her age, what was she 60? Maybe older, certainly retired. Whatever her age she looked stunning, enticing and deeply desirable. Tingling with excitement, a rare thrill pounding his heart, blood flowing and enlarging his cock he gazed. If she looked down he was obvious stood in a bright red dressing gown clearly looking up. She looked like an angel from where I was standing. I tried to act normally, but there was nothing I could do to conceal the fact I was immensely enjoying her company.Mom poured chocolate from a thermos and handed it to me. I sat beside her at the edge of the bed. We talked about our earlier days, about my friends, relatives and whole lot of things. She suggested that I might like to visit some of my old friends. I told her that I might but only if could manage to squeeze some time tomorrow and. I don’t think any of us want that. I doubt it will happen though, because we all know we can’t talk to anyone about this; not to your family or any strangers, nobody but us and your Grandma.”I hoped I wasn’t piling the guilt on too far, but there really was no way of getting around it. I was afraid of the trouble a misspoken comment could provoke. After that, Cate played with her a bit to help alleviate the tension that I’d created, which helped, but it was still a very hard evening for a girl. We've always had an open house in terms of questions asked, our motto could have been The only stupid question is the one you don't ask. I knew I owed her a reply, "Well Emmy, it's only natural to do the things that make us feel good. The important thing is that you dont' get carried away with it, like taking it to excess."I saw she was peering through her bangs, trying to get a glimpse of my crotch again. "Uhm dad, you saw me didn't you?" She asked me a rather direct and somewhat embarassing.