" Ok I dare you to fuck your mom."I began to pick up the doll."No, not the doll,your real mom," Ok but, what if she dosn't want to do it with me?" She...will don't worry."We both got out of the bath and when Mike began to but on clothes I told him to just keep the bikini on and go around like that or naked since I did'nt care.We continued Our day as normal.The next day went well as well but on friday is when I planned it all out, I would fuck my mom on that day.She had stayed home that day.I. When he finally stopped licking her mouth, she couldn’t even close her mouth back. She let her jaw remain open.“Aah!” She slowly moaned as he grabbed her boobs, each in each hand. He twisted them and left them.“Ah!”He did it again.“Ah!”And again.“Aah!”Each time he did that, her now sweaty boobs made a sound. And he pulled down her coat, shirt, and bra off her arms. He held her by her shoulders, turned her around, and pushed her against the wall. She hit it and stopped.He closed in and pinned. The trip was totally uneventful. Being alone in the big box was like being on R&R. I didn't have to entertain, or protect anyone. I could just walk from department to department filling my cart with junk. Well, some of it was cheap jeans and sweat shirts. Those would be useful in my real life. Much more useful than the less than two yards of red material Cheryl called a dress. I had also paid a hundred bucks a yard for that thing. Yes there was some buyers remorse there, I admit it. The truth. Last night as we said goodbye, he kissed me. Me, a middle-aged spinster. On the lips.This morning, I was wet down there as I awakened. I had dreamed about him, and I vaguely remembered waves of heat and cold washing over me. I wanted him next to me, in the circle of my arms, pressed to me, and in some indefinable way, inside me. I don't understand. I've never had feelings like that before. I'm afraid. I'm lonely. I'm curious.Morris:I finally got around to the books I'd hidden in my suitcase..