“Baby I love you more than anyone in the world.” I whispered back, “I love you to mom.” There was a pause and then my mother told me, “Baby ...t is not a mother son love, but the type of love that I had for your father before we married.” I was stunned at what she had just told me and thought about what she had just said. I was confused as my mother had always been the object of my sexual desires and had always felt that it was lust, not love. At that time my mind went back to what we came back. Please come she said, i want to introduce you to our friendsHey why not, my husband had gone and took a job at the other side of the world, and i had always secretly fancied women but hadnt had much in the way of girl on girl sex at this point, See you tomorrow i said as my next client had turned upAll day the next day i was wondering if it would be just gay women there or if they had straight friends, i knew very little about this coupleAround late afternoon as i was having a nap i got a text. The suite came with a valet for me and a "ladies maid" for Angela.My valet walked me through my bedroom pointing out where all my clothes were hung in which closet and of course what was in the various drawers in the dressers. As he walked me through the stuff, I realized that there were more clothes and stuff that I had originally packed in Vermont when I left. To be exact, there were more clothes here than in my closet at home! I was beginning to suspect that Angela did not like the selection. I led this fine young brother, bout in his late 40’s to the back of the closet. I’m in my early 50’s and am NOT by any means looking for love in this stage of the game. I haven’t had a good tongue lashing in a while, and since he offered, I’m gonna oblige. Laying back against somebody’s grey wool coat, I hoist my form fitting dress to my waist, pull my panties to the side, and wait for him to go to work. This New Jack had another plan in mind. He got to his knees in front of me, and re-covered.