The door to my bedroom was closed as I tiptoed into the room. A large king sized bed sat middle of the room, and the dressers off to the left. Hanging...from the walk-in closet door, was hanging a garment covered in opaque plastic. Ever so gently, I lifted the plastic to discover a dark blue evening gown.A lump in my throat let me know that this was what I was going to wear that evening. On the bed sat a black satin boustier shaper with attached panty. Turning around I had forgotten the dress was. It’s been a long time since he has heard something like that before, hearing that brings back memories of their old life, but there’s no time for those games. Pulling off her panties with quickly with ease, and pulling her legs apart, he looks down at her, he almost forgot. “Bra.” She doesn’t even hesitate as she sits up and unclasps the back of her bra and slides it down her arms. Throwing it on the floor, it lands with a light tap on the hardwood flooring. Taking a minute, he just looks at. ”I don’t think Ron fully understood what he was asking of me. My god, asking his mother to join him at a peep show. I must admit I was curious when he mentioned the hairbrush and thought I might take a quick peek to satisfy Ron’s enthusiasm and my curiosity. I walked over, stood on his left side, and looked out the window. Not only was Abram doing her with a hairbrush, but he had her arms and legs tied to the bedposts. She had a look of wild pleasure on her face as she humped the hairbrush. “What’s your name?”“Marco”“Marco, it’s nice to meet you. Come with me” I picked out one of the egg style masturbators and led him to the register. “Marco, I am a lot older than you, and you probably never thought of a woman my age as being sexy, but I have a lot to offer. Willing you trust me?” His mouth was dry, but he managed to get out one word. “Yes”“Good. First, you need to get a haircut, and not an eight dollar one, OK? I know someone that will do a good job, can I call her?” He agreed.