“They don’t grow like that, you know.” He got my most dazzling smile that I’d practiced over and over.He wiped his chin and considered my leg... through the table. He couldn’t keep his eyes off them. I shifted. We flirted like this for a while, waiting for Mom, who managed to sneak up on us again while we were talking about Tommy’s ambition to be a lawyer.“Hi, you two. Good to see you again, Tommy.”“Hello, Mrs. Quinn, we were talking about school,” he volunteered.Him volunteering that wasn’t. She imagined him clean cut and shooting her a cute smile. Then maybe she’d hit a rock, and slip off the bike and he’d come over to help, and he’d pick her up like it was nothing and carry her over to the side, and suddenly, they’d be alone and she could smell the sweaty manliness of hard labor and grass on his chest and ... Oops, she’d just lost a few minutes in her own world. She tried to pay attention, but the daydream returned with him checking over her, looking at her leg, her own fingers. The strange thing is, it didn’t feel weird it actually felt really good. This was actually my first hand job and I liked it. It was at this point I realised just how sexy my mom really was. Long flowing brown hair, tied in a loose pony tail, very curvy, nice round, full tits. The perfect size any man would want to snuggle into, and a face that made models jealous, so calm and pretty and not a single wrinkle despite the fact she was nearly 40.Her hands began to move faster and faster, as the. I..." No, no," she said quickly. "I thought it was terribly exciting. My goodness, I never experienced anything as exciting as that. I just couldn't stand it. I thought I'd faint if I stayed there another second." Come on," he said, taking her by the arm. "We'll get back in the car and go home."They walked to the car and climbed in, and Pete started the motor, turned on the lights and began to back out to the street. When he passed the side of the front porch, he saw the front room light had.