My God! If Russ was telling the truth, thenthe tall, active, healthy, distinguished looking gentleman sitting next tome was One Hundred and Eighteen y...ars old! My mind couldn't handle this;the whole thing was beginning to get just a little too weird for me. I feltlike I should be expecting a Rod Sterling-like voice over any second now.Then, like someone had flicked a switch in my head, all of my fears andconcerns vanished; not faded but just stopped. I turned my attention backto Russ and caught. Mommy’s legs, arms, torso, look toned. Healthy looking. Her abdomen is rounded, a bit pot bellied. A fat crease arcs from hip bone to hip bone, in a smile’s arc, separating belly from pudenda, proudly plump beneath! Mom has a 1940’s calendar girl figure!I’m aching to fill up that sweet round little pot belly with my jizz!Mommy slinks over and into my arms. Kisses me passionately.“Why didn’t you choose to go berry picking with the girls?”, I ask.Mom frees my erection, caressing me with tender. I can't even pinpoint what, because the one time I was stupid enough to try to shift position, the mind-numbing agony made me wish I'd followed my bike.One last ride. That's what I told her. Guess I didn't know how right I was. No mountain trails to ride where we're going. Wonder how my auction's doing? Doubt the as is disclaimer covers what's left of it down there. So much for the listing fee and my perfect feedback rating.Sweat's dripping into my eyes, and I can't do anything about it. Thank. Her pert, barely covered, C-cup breasts, long medium-blonde hair, full shapely figure...She was worth a stare or ten!A path was made as She walked through the Young Men, making Her way to the theater. A few brave hands caressing Her ass as She passed. I followed a few steps behind, enjoying the Show.The darkness of the theater couldn't hide the fact that there were almost no empty seats. All eyes were on Marie...little more could be seen of Her than the white mini-dress illuminated by the porn.