Her mind was buzzing with what she had found. She was disgusted but also she found herself imagining what her son had been doing. What was now botheri...g her was that the more she thought about it the more aroused she got. It had been a while since she had sex with her husband as he had cheated on her and she certainly hadn't pleasured herself for ages but she was now getting quite damp in between her legs.The more she thought about her son with her worn panties wrapped round his cock and. That included playing “doctor” in the treehouse my dad built for us quite a way back in our big yard.We examined each other’s parts and she thought our little stiffies were cute. We were all fascinated by the way the other kind peed and played a few games with that as part of our innocent explorations.When puberty struck, and of course her earlier than us, she was still like a sister and would talk to us about sex. It was in the early 60s and we were woefully ignorant. One day on the way home. Ken Bradley had quickly filled Ditka in on Kris's condition and background. Cathy felt a lump in her throat as she saw the coach, a member of the Hall of Fame as a tight end, talking quietly to the poor girl. Kris had a look of adoration in her eyes.He left Kris and joined her. "Coach Ditka, that was awfully nice of you. Did you see the look in her eyes? She absolutely adores you!" Me!" he exclaimed in surprise. "Cathy, you have to be thinking of three other people. No one could be that stupid!. We could barely hear each other talk but Pete kept touching me and leaning in for kisses. I loved finally being kissed in public. By our second cocktail I was kissing him back generously, more like a girl in her late twenties than a woman in her late forties. Our ages caught up to us and by the time we finished our meal we could barely hold up our heads. After that we went to restaurants that took reservations so we’d have more time for the spa. The gated little spa sat in a courtyard at the.