“Show us, Mom. Come on,” Abby chirped.“Please, Mom,” Betty chipped in.“Oh, I couldn’t.”“Of course you can, Mom. Show us your present,�...� I said. I did not think about it being a command to a kitten, but it was.Mom’s eyes moved around the room, looking at each one of us. Then, in one smooth movement, she removed her big, bulky sweater, leaving herself naked to the waist. We all stared at Mom’s breasts which were big, high, firm, and, amazingly, had a small, gold ring through each nipple.“Breast. Hodgkin speaking, how can I help you?’ I replied. ‘Good evening Mr. Hodgkin, my name is Lieutenant Werzing, I am the ships executive officer and it is my honor and privilege to invite you and your lovely wife to dine at the Captain’s table this evening. Are you available Sir?’ The Lieutenant inquired. ‘Yes we are,’ I replied in a surprised tone. Usually you had to have had at least three cruises under your belt or be someone very important to get this type of an invitation. ‘Very good Sir,. It soon became clear that she was having a severe attack of conscience.Basically, she was feeling guilty about having been unfaithful to her hubby and she held me responsible for it, quite forgetting her own proactive role by outrageously flirting with me and leading me on. From her frequent references to “pleasure not being the most important thing in life” I got the curious impression that she felt the guilt all the more sharply because she had derived so much pleasure from our. Beth Ann groaned when I sucked her left nipple fully into my mouth and came when she felt my palm rub her entire pubic mound, from clitoris to rectum. She climaxed so quickly, it came as quite a surprise, and she stopped and stared into my eyes. I think she was wondering where that sensation came from, and if there was any more left.It took me less than five minutes to answer the second question, and Beth Ann's groans filled the night as her juices filled my hand.Like teenagers, we made love.