.if you don't mind that is."I held the silky nightgown in my shivering hands. My mouth went dry, and my mind kept asking over and over if the signals ... was picking up were true."I...I don't mind," I replied in a shaky voice. "Let me help you with your dress," she offered. Mrs. Bedford unzipped the wedding gown and pulled it off me. Then she helped me out of the petticoat and pointed to the master bathroom. "Change in there," she told me as she handed me the nightgown, and a pair of her own. Mother was home.She was lying back on her bed with her eyes closed. She was completely nude with her one finger in her pussy and she was pressing the nipple of one of her boobs. She suddenly started squirting out milky and creamy love juices from her pussy and increased her moaning and breathing. I could see her huge boobs bouncing right in front of my eyes. I wanted to drink all that creamy, milky love juice and suck her voluptuous round boobs and rub her pussy vigorously. I started to get an. She’d just been allowed too much free reign with WHO she had sex with before now and I’d taken care of that shortcoming - whoever wanted her, could have her instead of her using her sexuality to achieve her short-sighted goals, as she had done in her teens.I’d even been able to very effectively use her sexuality against her. Once she’d become used to cumming so much, I was able to remove that privilege by taking her to the edge of orgasm and denying her a release. That was so much fun, too!She. It was the first decent offer I'd had all day, and I realised I very muchdid want to talk about it.I moved towards her, and it was only then that I started to notice theface surrounding those eyes. It was mutilated beyond belief. Terriblepockmarks covered her skin, her upper lip and her left eye were pulledtowards her left cheek, and most of her hair had disappeared."It's alright, I'm not contagious," she said. "You can sit next to mewithout catching anything." I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't.