She crossed herlegs as she leaned into the cushions, causing the hem of her skirt torise and expose her nylon-covered legs to mid-thigh."How long have...you been wearing my hose?" A few years." You wear them whenever you're home alone?" A lot of the time. Are you mad?" No darling, of course I'm not angry." She hugged me then squeezed myknee. I couldn't have imagined a more accepting attitude. I couldn'tbelieve this was happening. A mother and son, both wearing hose,sitting together and calmly. “I traded Wally two armored vehicles, a caisson trailer, some ammo, and small arms, infantry gear, stuff like that. Thought afterwards, about putting up a sign out front. ‘Sarge’s Military Surplus,’ but, what would people use for money? I’ll wait till things calm down some more.”“You gave them tanks?”“Uh, You sound upset! Are you mad I gave them a tank? Only just the one! Just a 500 gallon fuel storage tank, we strapped onto the caisson, along with a reverse osmosis water filtration unit.” Olé. As I travelled down her flat belly I wasn’t surprised to see she had a shaven pussy – it isn’t personally to my taste – a neatly trimmed bush (as sported by Lisa) being my preference. I licked the length of her pussy and ran my fingers around the edge of it, being careful to avoid her clit. I could tell by her low moans and breathing that she was loving it but I also knew she’d need more intimate contact. I slid one finger just into the entrance of her pussy and by the way she bucked against it. I couldn't put a finger on it; outwardly she was very friendly and open with me, but I still felt an undercurrent of ... something.At one point, we had all ended up in the kitchen, as my love was helping with some of the cooking, and I was being employed to fetch serving dishes and platters, and other accoutrements. Her Dad had drifted in to pour himself a cup of coffee. The conversation between the two women seemed to be a little stilted, and I wondered what had happened before I came into the.