"come in prissy sissy" I heard from inside. I went in and the first thing I saw was a bright pink nightgown covered in lace. "don't worry sissy you wi...l be wearing that soon enough" she said when she saw me staring at it." now since you are so desperate to become my little girl I will fulfill your fantasy" I opened my mouth to beg her to let me go but she put her finger on my lips and said "ssssshh sissy you don't want to smudge your lipstick that you applied so perfectly" "now slip this gown. Her luggage was mixed into his, both sets seeming to embrace each other, spilling into the open mirrored coat closet across from the still steamy bathroom. Tracking across the room in a twisting path of their vigorous ecstasy was her coat, his shoes, her shoes and shirt all on the floor, her bra on the television. His shirt and pants thrown into the corner. Her panties next to his head on the pillow. He wasn't sure where her skirt went. He thought it might be in the bathtub.He could hear a. I played it off like I was always intending to go to the men's room and slipped inside the first door instead.I didn't even have to use the bathroom, but I stood in front of a urinal with my fly undone and pretended I was taking a piss for about forty seconds anyway. I desperately did not want to stand out in this place. I washed my hands and walked out of the bathroom feeling like a complete idiot and a coward. There was another bar set up on this floor, so I took a seat and ordered another. It was really hard not to stare at her as Mom wore stuff the really showed off her figure especially the valley between her boobs.Beth and I as teenagers had given mom's cleavage a name we called it the "Valley of Mom." And, of course, I really fantasized about visiting it. Little did I know as I helped her move that day that Mom had her own ideas on the subject. We got the last of the stuff put up and Mom offered me a glass of wine.We sat there on the couch chatting about the good old days.