Howard was confused. He was a mature thirty-two year old man who had enough experience with women to know when one was flirting with him and when one ...idn’t need much attention before being ready to share his bed. He’d been receiving mixed messages from Gail. She seemed shy, inexperienced, she blushed when he smiled at her. Yet she had a woman’s confidence in the way she talked to him. From the little she had said about her ex-husband and the former boyfriend, Howard felt she was almost. I wasn’t really in the mood to try to pretend to be sleeping so I sat up trying to look tired.“Oh, I didn’t mean to wake you honey.” my mom apologized.“It’s OK mom, I wasn’t really asleep yet anyway.” I replied.“Did you have a good night?” she softly asked.What could I say? “Yeah, it was fine.” I told her. After all, I couldn’t tell her the truth.We said our goodnight and it sounded like my mom and dad decided to do a little more chatting on the couch. That’s the last thing I remember before I. And a really big bed. She started taking her clothes off, and told me to do the same. As her blouse came off, I saw she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her tits were small, barely-there swellings with pink gumdrop nipples on half-dollar size areolas. Then her slacks and panties were off. I saw her pussy, the second pussy I’d ever seen that wasn’t in a picture. It was so different from Kay’s. No hair at all, puffy outer lips, and inner lips that hung down maybe an inch from her crotch. I couldn’t help but. How do you like my ugly face now? She asked with a hyper tone in her voice and a grin on her face. Daniel peered down again as his mothers exposed tits lightly pressed into his bare chest, dragging the pointed nipples across his skin with each jostle. Joyce threw her hair forward so it providing cover from Robins eventual interest in the goings-on in front of her. Her hair covered Daniels head and touched the floor so, while Robin couldnt see, Daniel had an unobstructed view of her breasts. I.