She was wearing yet another scandalous new outfit, one of many that Rico had apparently bought her. She was now in a skin tight silver vinyl tube dres... that would barely cover her ass if it wasn’t bunched around her waist. Her hair was dyed cotton candy pink, along with what had to be hair extensions tied up into pigtails. She very obviously was wearing no underwear, though her pretty feet were adorned with white frilly anklets with shiny white platform stiletto 6” heels. Candi apparently was. As I could see nothing, I tried the back gate, and to my great joy, it unlocked. I slowly pushed it open and moved inside, watching and listening for any movements, ready to turn and run. As I heard or saw nothing, I continued in, the closest line had several pairs of knickers and bras hanging there, the bras did not interest me, but I saw what I desired, a red silk thong and next to it a pair of pink cotton knickers.I grabbed the thong and brought it to my face to feel the smoothness of the. Now again I starred her, she was standing in her bra and panty. It was the scene of my life. I was taking a look at her body for 2 mins and was admiring her.She said “ok now, is this enough, will u leave?” I said “mom no I did not see you nude yet” again I was ogling at her navel and went close to her. I went closer to her and could feel her hot breath on my face. I took my hand and unhooked her bra, and down it fell, she closed her eyes in shy. I also removed her panty. Now my mom was nude in. “The first French hen.”She unwrapped a ping-pong paddle. It had rubber on one side and sandpaper on the other. She knew instantly that this was how he was going to warm up her butt. “Oh Jonathan!” She kissed him, sticking her tongue in his mouth as he fondled her still-chilly butt.Before she could ask him to do the warming then, he handed her the other odd-shaped package. “French hen two.”“Thank you.” If she was less appreciative of this gift, it was because it had been predictable as soon as.