I was brought up traditionally, I guess. Lord knows I’d find it hard to explain this to my mother, and my father would be sitting there winking at m... as if I’d managed to work the best scam ever!’ ‘Yes, Stan,’ Anne broke in. ‘But we’re different people to your parents, in different times. Conformance to the norm isn’t quite so socially necessary now, as Denise just pointed out. Plus, we don’t exactly have to advertise what we do.’ ‘So, do you still think it’s wrong, Stan?’ asked Denise, with an. What happened next caught me by surprise, she asked me to rise up on my knees while keeping my head down on the pillow. "Jimmy I'm going to use baby oil near your anus because the skin is sensitive and the shaving cream will irritate you".I asked "Mom are you sure?" she replied "yes". The next thing I knew was I was on my knees with my mother massaging baby oil into my anus, my cock was so hard it was pointing toward my stomach. Oil dripped down onto my balls and Mom said "oops I better shave. "Mike was one of the oldest and most popular members of the club and still played every Saturday. She wore tight hipster jeans and a white top cut short at both ends showing a goodly mount of tanned flesh. As I studied her, she looked up and smiled and waved at us.As I went wandering about during the afternoon, I would sometimes see her and again she would smile at my bold stare. At my age and shape a bold stare was all I could manage. It was getting on for home time, my wife had left some time. "That is a lot of cum." granny said as she played with my load smearing around the shirt. "You have a nice cock, just grandpa had. Grandpa used to have huge loads like this. All the girls talked about how cum he would squirt. We all liked it." granny said. Then to my surprise, granny stuck her finger in my load and then put it to her mouth. Wow, granny tasted my load! Then granny got up and said "I am going to throw this shirt in the laundry and head to town." I went back to my room and could.