She tried to look back at me but turned her gaze.“I’m going.” She rose from the bed and tried to leave. I immediately gripped her hand. She agai... looked at me.“Please let me go.” She made a feeble attempt to withdraw her hand… But I didn’t let her go. I could feel her whole body shivering violently.I stood from the bed and pull her in my arms. She melted easily in my arms. I put my hands around her waist and gripped her body in my arms… My lips hovering just above her moist lips. I could feel. I fantasised about him knocking on the door fucking me and cumming all over me then cleaning myself up before my hubby got back. Me and my husband have a good relationship so i was going to tell him about what i had done and test his reaction so i could bring up the conversation about me wanting to be fucked by a stranger. After a few alcoholic drinks later that night i told him what had happened whilst he was out and he just laughed and said "your on holiday, enjoy yourself". That night we had. After letting him take the view in for a few seconds, I walked passed him and I tried to have a conversation with him about what we were looking at. He was very nervous. This is pretty much what he saw at that moment. (actual picture taken a couple months after. She was 28 then. He was turning 19.) So we left off with this k** standing at the door gawking at Lizzy who was sitting upright on our guest bed facing the door, with her legs wide open and her knees up resting her elbows on them and. There was basically nothing about his mother that went unnoticed from that period on. The shape of her tits and ass, even if covered by clothing, were enough to stimulate his hottest fantasies. The clothes she wore could add spice to them, especially when she decided to go to work wearing skirts and nylon stockings. He would have given anything to see his mother in those hot looking lingerie things. Those garter belts with the stockings attached to it with elastic bands.She could lick her lips.