It was decided that we would tell mother over the phone that I had metsome one new, had fallen in love with him and that Steve and I had splitup. Then...Rebecca would tell mother that she wanted to date Steve sincehe was free to see other girls. Rebecca called for mother to pick thephone up again. At first, she was sorry that Steven and I had broken up,and, she wanted to meet my new boyfriend. Then, I told her that he hadasked me to marry him and that I had accepted. She was shocked, but, shesaid. I really liked it. But other than that it wasn't so good." And was that it?" Terry asked."Um, no, not quite. Let's see..." her brow furrowed as she tried to recall the event more vividly. "Oh, yeah, he wanted to look at my pussy, you know, like study it?" Sounds like a winner to me," Paul offered, speaking for the first time in a while other than moaning."Did he eat you?" Terry asked, hopefully."Oh, no mum, sorry I mean Terry. God it's hard to keep that straight. He just looked at it; maybe he. “Wow, you look incredible mom. What a fucking body you have!”“Do you think so? I think I look old and wrinkly.”“No. You look like a fucking stripper. Jesus! Mom, you have the best body. Fuck! You’re fucking gorgeous.”“Peter. You’re so nice. What an amazing son I have.”Peter poured the oil into his hands and started at her neck. Her breasts were full and quite large. He gave his mother a nice neck massage. He poured the oil onto her breasts and rubbed at each melon. Her breasts felt. Such a statement had never been voiced in his presence before; the best he had received in the past were bland compliments like “pleasant company” and “kind heart.” He did not quite know what to do with it other than to say, “thank you.”Gilly turned them north again and they plunged into the thickening underbrush. She seemed to know which way to go and Porter was happy to follow. In single file, he got the opportunity to study her figure from behind; how her hair fell to the middle of her back.