"Ok, they're in here," she said pulling out the box. Olivia showed her friend the outfits she had tried on and Stacy was drooling at the prospect of w...aring such slutty clothes. She tried on a few of the bras, excited that she could now fill an A-cup.The little slut enjoyed the "Shocker" best. "Big surprise," Olivia thought. She showed her the nipple clamps, the hand cuffs, the various dildos, and finally the piercing gun.What do you suppose that's for?" she asked Stacy."I guess for piercing. "Oh, no, I've seen my father's," she said. "On the island, we all were often naked together." Yes, but he probably wasn't — aroused," I offered again. At least I hoped he hadn't been."Oh, but when my father and mother did it," she said. "When they made love. Sometimes I would see." Oh. Okay." So he was -- what do you call it? He was 'aroused, ' But yours -- oh my!"It was definitely time for me to retreat. "Excuse me Sally, but I'd better go and get dressed," I said."Could I... see it?" she. I then wiggled just a bit before the garment cascaded to the floor in a puddle at my feet.Stepping out of it, I scooped up the soft fabric and tossed it onto a nearby chair. Turning back towards my son, I realized he was seeing me dressed as no other man ever had before, which only heightened both my arousal and discomfort. There I was, a 44 year old woman, standing before her loving son clad only in her unmentionables. After all my dirty thoughts earlier in the evening about who would get to. Both hands on the ground, one foot behind the other. This caused my lovely ass to rise like a flag. I probably didn’t describe my body well enough last time. My body was to die for (and I died for it), so when my ass high up in translucent yoga pants, with me being trapped like a helpless puppy, it was enough to make a priest (a non-guilty one at that) come up and ram me. And someone did ram me. One second I’m attempting to get my foot out of this gutter, the next, a hand is over my mouth and a.