He took a final picture of Mom in this deliciously unladylike position. Then Bill knelt by Mom’s head and showed her the photo. She groaned wit... humiliation. “I’d keep my mouth shut about this whole thing if I were you, Marge, ” he said. “If you start yappin’ yah never know where some of these pictures might turn up. Like maybe your bridge club, or a PTA meeting, or a church social! You don’t want everybody in town to know what a slut you are, do yah,. I was worried at first that he was finding satisfaction elsewhere.He confirmed he was. But it was with his hand."Who do you think about when you masturbate?" I had challenged himonce I found out he was using this method to satiate himself."You, of course." He smiled."That's the correct answer," I laughed. "But what's the real one?" That is the real one." He became a little defensive. "Why? Who doyou think about?" When would I ever have cause, or time to masturbate? You're on topof me almost. The last thing I want is your father coming after me claiming I made you loopy." That's one thing you don't have to worry about, Charlie. Daddy already thinks I'm loopy." So, are we going straight home?" I think so. Let me check my phone."I got it out and turned it on. There wasn't any missed call or voice mail indication but I called voice mail anyway. No new messages. I called Silverwood and it rang a few times before anyone answered it."Let me talk to Claude, please." Who?" Claude Dandridge.. " Oh I thought after lunch and shopping we can have a few drinks by the pool here "." sound good Mom, I am buying ".After lunch we went to open market, Mom was like a k** in candy store, and I was the bag boyfor her. In shoes store, she bended over tries on a beach sandals in front of me, and that whenher shirt falling partially open, showing a great cleavage and her boobs almost down to the nipples. These huge voluptuous pear shape boobs rest on thin bikini bra looked firm and juicy. It giggle.