’ Brent answered fumbling with the button to her snug fitting jeans. ‘Take those jeans off, I don’t want to get everything wet.’ He whispered ...nd kissed her again. She climbed over him and stood in front of him and seductively removed her jeans. ‘Now the panties, take them off really slow.’ Brent said. Lydia teased him while she took them off kicking them beside her shirt. ‘God you’re beautiful.’ Brent said watching her walk towards him. ‘You’re drunk, you’d be making it with a Golden. She wore only self support stockings when I returned that afternoon from a run in the lanes and fields and lay her on her back and I began to explore her wetness with my lips and tongue to her evident pleasure. She had described the need she desired for entry and I duly did so offering her my manhood which she soon moved along and grasped eagerly in her muscular womanhood. I began to move more confidently and she approved a little more powerfully each thrust and then a stabbing lunging force. I nodded again and smiled. "Just don't feel like talking this morning?" she asked, with a touch of amused sympathy. I shook my head. I’ve always had a very close relationship with my mother. She sat by my side on the bed. I’ve seen her naked, after all we’re nudists, but I never really looked at her. My Mom, whose name was Beth, had dark blond hair and a well-proportioned, compact body. With the past year's growth spurt, I'd finally surpassed her 5'4" height, and while I didn't know what size. "After another brief delay, tentatively the door opened and she peered out at me. I laughed, "Come on then, stop messing about. We could be in that pool now."She looked at me, then seemed to slowly look me up and down. I thought I noticed a very brief spark of brightness in her eyes and then she gave me a weak smile and saying, "Sorry. OK, then, I'm ready now."I quickly took in her cute little body before trying to pretend I wasn't looking at her. I was worried she might be self-conscious or.