" And what did you think of the pussy?" my Dad replied."Well what boy wouldn't want to see a pussy like Mums?", I said. "I was turned on then and I'm ...tarting to get turned on now." I guessed Mum and Dad were comfortable talking about this and I was happy to go along with it but I never expected what happened next.My Dad stood up and pulled my Mums skirt over her waist. "What do you think of that? he said. "Well it's amazing," I stammered."Thank you," my Mum said genuinely and my Dad promptly. It’s not going to change what I’m going to do anyway.’ ‘Okay … well, tomorrow, we thought we’d sit outside the house in her dad’s car, and if she comes out, we’d follow her.’ ‘And if she doesn’t?’ ‘Well … we’ll find something to keep us occupied,’ he grinned. I went into the office the next morning to see if there were any additional assignments. There were two, both in different parts of the territory. I contacted the customers to determine how urgent the problems were, then booked my flights. My mom and I were both blushing and Becky didn’t stop there, “What? I’ve seen the way you looked at your mom all day long, Will. Tell me you wouldn’t fuck her if she asked you to”“Mom that is enough! I’m going to put you to bed right now!” Sara yelled, storming in from the kitchen.“That’s fine Sara” my mom replied, “I’ll put her to bed and you and Will can talk before we leave.”“Thank you so much Mrs. Connor” Sara said to my mom as our moms were stumbling down the hallway. “I’m so sorry about. Cathy was plumper and smiley, a real blonde I guessed. Cheryl had bigger hair and was blonder, though that was because she was a bleached blonde I thought. It was really easy to strike up conversation and very relaxed, Australian-style. Cheryl told me that she lived by the beach and described how she loved to lounge on the sand, which was just up my street because there is nothing I am fonder of. (Almost). A number of other people hung around, some couples some singles, occasionally wandering.