" Oh mom!" I whined before she could finish, but I really didn't mind her teasing. "If I had known..." I finished.Mother smiled again."Had known what?... Aha, fishing are we?" I teased in my turn."Yes. No one have ever said that I have a nice ass before," she laughed."You must be k**ding!" No. Honestly."She reached after the soap and handed it to me."Your reward for the compliment is that you have to wash me."I leathered my hands and slipped a little forward to enable me to reach her better. I. Then she peeled my trousers and boxers off. “Ooooh” she cooed happily “No wonder your mom lured you into her bed. Missing out on this magnificent piece of man meat would have been foolish”.As Patricia sat down again I crawled in between her legs loving the feeling of her silken stockings against my skin. Her pubic hair was deep gingery red and thick and curly. It up under her frilly suspenders and ended in a thin strip a few inches above her navel. “Pat Wynn can’t compete with this view” I let. "I don't have to ask about you and Jennifer, I can feel the answer against my back!" You cause that, not Jennifer." I corrected."Mmmmm."Her nipples jutted out under my hands. I pinched them lightly and felt her shudder against me. I moved the soapy cloth around under her arms, which I found almost as sexy as her breasts, and soothed the muscles of her back."Your turn."I stood up and she began washing my legs. She skipped my groin for a moment and knelt in the tub to scrub my back and up under. On the way back home my mother starts to connect the dots. She continues to ask me all these questions, like why was the phone near circle K when I wasn't even walking that... I never told her the truth but she knew. She ended up calling my grandmother and they both went down there to give him a piece of their mind. They never called the cops, but told me I could never see him again. HA, I did of course.Another time I can recall well, is one where we had gone to a motel room. We did that often,.