Mother seemed to enjoy these new touches more so than holding hands.A year ago she would have yelled from the top of the stairs for me to turn this ty...e of music off - now, after several drinks, she was wiggling in the bench seat next to me, constantly looking at me for approval - as if afraid I should tell her that she was embarrassing me, my mother acting so loose. Or as my father would probably say, "Act your age!" When her head was turned I could not help but laugh at how her visit was. "The car isn't on your lot now?" I asked."No we have two being turned in tomorrow morning. People will be flying out to get home for New Years," he informed me."But you will have the car for me, right?" I asked."Absolutely, it will be ready for pickup just as soon as it is serviced and gassed up." He promised."If it isn't, I am going to be very upset and trust me you won't like me when I'm upset." I informed he calmly."I got it Ms. Stone not to worry," he said over the phone.I drove Sylvia home. “I don’t think he knew it was there, besides coke affects everybody’s cock different.” “Does it happen to your cock too? My wife asks still lightly pulling on my cock.“Ya, that’s why I did not have any of the joint, I know Paul likes to mix his weed” My wife laughs and grabs the blanket and sheet to cover me, I can hear Natalie and Paul leaving the room and a second later the door close and the hallway light go out as the last source of light that was peeking in from the bottom of the door.Wow. She wasn’t wearing a bra, her breasts nicely outlined by her undershirt. Her panties looked old. The leg elastic was loose, the front only hinting at the swell of her mons. Still. Sexy, illicit, and illegal!“I don’t think you should be undressed like that,” I told her.She looked down at herself, then at me. “It covers more than the bikini.” A cheeky grin flashed at me.“Be that as it may, underwear is just as dangerous.”“These old things? How?”“It’s very intimate.”She grinned again. “You mean.