I slowly became less conventional in my own modesty. It was not at all unusual for me to chat with my mother wearing no more than my Calvin Kleins. I ...as aware that she studiously avoided looking at my body when I was so briefly dressed, but she never reprimanded me for inappropriate attire.I became aware that when my dad was away, she usually left her bedroom door open. I took that as an invitation and often walked in on her to "chat." Not infrequently, I'd catch her in her bra and panties.. " Any other unfinished business?" Margaret asked."Helen, Carol and Nancy have a few intakes for Monday, and I have a woman for the Saddle. We still need to get that running." Candy said."Tim, Can the apprentices run the saddle, or do we need to have mechanical license?"Coming up from the back, Tim was looking at the hanging meat and shaking his head. "I would say we have to, but we are going to be pretty busy here for a while. Have the apprentice take notes and we can watch through the window. “You freaked when you found Aaron and me in bed a week ago.”“I remembered my own history,” Mom explained.“How old were you when you had sex the first time?” I asked.“A month past my fifteenth birthday,” Mom said.“Almost a year younger than me?”“Yes,” Mom agreed. “My first time wasn’t great. We fumbled around without a clue about what we were doing. We didn’t use protection.” Mom laughed a bit. “I’m damned lucky you don’t have a twenty-four year-old brother or sister. I was dumb and lucky. I. "I smiled at her mammary manoeuvres before boldly praising them,"They look fantastic!" Ah! Typical bloke, you see a pair of big tits, and you think they're great," she complained, "They're too heavy, hard to control and get too much unwanted attention! You know sometimes men may as well be talking to my tits!" What was that?" I said as I stared at her tits."Hey!" she frivolously scolded while laughing, thankfully seeing the joke. "I'd rather have a pair like your sister's, small with little.