Boarding the train with magazine in hand I sat back and enjoyed the thought of a free day to do whatever I want.The journey to Manchester went smoothl... apart from the usual looks from guys trying to get a peek up my skirt while I read my mag,boys will be boys so nothing unusual in that, in fact its quite flattering that they want to look,between you and me I get a kick from watching them, does that make me a naughty girl then Ha Ha.Anyway the shopping was really good in Manchester I treated. They were curious about their bodies. I tried to remember if I’d ever “had the talk” with either of the older ones. I decided I hadn’t, and that it was probably way past time. Just like I probably had in the past, I put it off for another time.“Do what your mother says!” I ordered in my most rough, alpha male growl.They went, though they sure didn’t scamper in fear or respect for the old bull’s position in the herd.Breakfast got them back out of their rooms in a hurry, all appropriately. She was wearing white shirt and blue denim, open hairs with shades on (dont know why), long metal earings and man, did she look sexy.She would be 35, I thought and how I wished the seat adjacent to mine would be the one she’d take. But then all the bad thoughts of a rough day came to my mind and I thought – No, it wont happen today. But no, destiny had some other plans for me. She did walk ever so gracefully and landed right next to me on the adjacent seat. She wasnt carrying anything except. The TV block everything from his view. I felt my son shift his body around. When he did his dick ended up on the back of my ass. I kinda wished he would try something. "How you doing back there, son," I asked him."I'm Ok, mom, how are you feeling?" "I like what I'm feeling," I answered him. "Are your arms getting tired where you have them?" Yea, it's a little uncomfortable," Here try this to see if it feels better," I said as I took a hold of both of his hands and placed them on my bare thighs..