"I'm going to show you my cunt, lover! Wouldn't you like to see the pussy you grew up in, little man?" she asked wantonly, spreading her legs and rubb...ng herself lewdly."Oh Jesus, Mom! Jesus Christ!"Sheila pushed her flimsy red lace panties down to her ankles and stepped out of them, standing stark naked before her son. She put both hands down between her statuesque legs and rested them in the furry nest of her pussy-hair. She framed the mound of her warm cunt with her thumbs and forefingers.. What do you want me to bring for when you leave tomorrow?" Just a nice blouse and jeans will do. I might as well be comfortable." What about that hot pink halter top and shorts set? That's still in your room at the house. The rest of the stuff is in storage for a little while. Most of your other clothes are in New York. There are a few things still on the bus though." I don't think so, mom. How would it look if I dressed like that after what I've been through?" All right, a blouse and jeans.. Unsurprisingly, Johnny and my correspondence dwindled yet further.*It was a year after the wedding when Johnny’s first big City Bonus came through and he and Jackie bought Fiddler’s Cottage in our village. On banking scales, the bonus was trivial compared with the millions earned by the Bank’s dealers but for such a young man it was a life-changing amount.His decision to buy and renovate the historic but nearly derelict Fiddler’s Cottage close to the seafront was met with almost universal. “Close your eyes,” he commanded and she did, wondering how messy his room could have been. She could feel his grip of her loosen slightly as he opened the bedroom door. “You can open your eyes now,” Jesse said softly. Mia lifted her eyelids open and let out an awed gasp. Jesse put her down to let her take in the sight of his room that was now romantically hued with candle light. She felt so special at that moment she almost thought it was her birthday and not his. “Do you like it?” he asked.