She was flipping through a magazine when I handed her some more wine and she dropped it by mistake. We both went to pick it up and our heads collided....It was more like a spark and we both started kissing. At first, it was slow and hesitant but after a bit, we started kissing like crazy. Our tongues were exploring our mouths and I dropped and broke the wine glass too.I went down for her neck and god, she smelt so good. She was moaning and her hands were behind my head and pulling me closer. She held me close, her hands roaming my body. Her hand slid over my ass, her finger sliding up against my butthole.“You like a finger in your ass, don’t you, baby?”I looked up at her and nodded, she smiled. I could not believe that I was in the shower with this gorgeous older woman and she was treating me like a nasty little whore. I was so wet, and it wasn’t from the shower.Sara pulled the shower head from the wall and twisted it. The water stream went from a big soft spray to a more powerful. She killed the engine and glared at him. "What's so funny?" Make up your mind, Mom. What advice do you want me to follow?"Sandra looked at him in confusion. "Huh?" Huh?" Richie mocked in return. "You can have me follow that advice, or..." He grinned. "... the really useful advice you gave me the other day."Sandra frowned. "You're making even less sense than usual." Control or be controlled is what you said."Sandra shuddered. "What?? But that..." She paused a moment. Her heart was racing.. We were ready.”“Are you sure we were ready?”“Well I was, and you seemed to do your part OK.”“Only OK?”“All right then, satisfactorily.”“Satisfactorily?”“I was satisfied. Weren’t you?”“Very,” I replied.“Enough to want to do it again?”“Over and over?”“Now?” she asked, her eyes bright with hope.“Could we wait until after lunch?”We ate in silence, then went back upstairs. We finally emerged, after another shower at half past four, there were two pressing reason for finishing, one I was done, I.