It was too much. As exhausted as I was, I still had the energy to move through my first anal orgasm. It was different, not as hard, but just as beauti...ul if not more so. I almost cried when she pulled her fingers out. She got up and went into the bathroom and returned with a cool wet towel which she used to bathe me so gently I almost went to sleep. I was destroyed, but unbelievably, I wanted more. She lit the candles on the mantle and In the soft glow of their light, I studied that beautiful. A secret lives and hidden well, yet equally craved, I must admit. Years ago I taunted his eyes, a step few Mothers would take. I used my attireto form the words I lacked the courage to speak. His lust was clear he crossed that line, his wandering eyes werethere. Step by step I seduced his mind, while feeding my own as well. When his Father is gone and heis today,... it stirs my body well. I try to ignore that my pussy is wet, and my nipples are standing proud. I am in charge, or at least I. I was feeling her up, and manoeuvred my hand inside her t-shirt to give her boobs a good grope and tweak her nipples. After a while we became aware of someone getting into the aisle seat next to mum, and we hurriedly broke off. It was a ruggedly handsome guy in his twenties, well built, with a what looked like a wrestler's body confined within his white vest. But what really had mum's attention was his black lycra cycling shorts, which didn't hide the fact that he was well endowed. It was. Sometimes I wore silk camiknickers, youknow, the one-pieces - you call them teddies now, don't you? Oh, it wasso convenient with the button-up crotch under a dress! All of a sudden,I had smooth silk stockings to wear. The first nylons came out then, andI wore those too." Then, Great Aunt Philomena would list all thedresses, frocks, skirts, blouses she wore, and in graphic detail theundies, and what they felt like on her skin. She'd always finish alongthe lines of "Oh, how I loved those.