“Of course, I still feel bad about last night! Do you think I don’t have feelings?” She pounded her fist on the table, spilled her coffee, and s...outed: “I don’t know why men don’t like me!” She broke out in tears and ran from the kitchen and up the stairs to her bedroom.I stood stunned as the coffee dripped onto the floor. I have never seen my mother lose control as she did just now. A quietness settled over the kitchen. Then the toast popped up and startled me.“Oh shit.” I got myself moving. ” Having said that, I reach between my legs and began to lightly stroke my cock as my other hand tenderly caressed her thigh.“Wait!” she quickly added with a gleam in her eye. “I’ve wanted to show you these since I got ’em!” No sooner had the words escaped her mouth and she was raising her shirt over her head. As she lifted the shirt over her head, her breasts finally came into full view. They were to die for! Absolutely perfect! Her arms in the air, I could plainly see the perfection of her. That's a good idea." She led me to a bathroom and leaned on the open door frame as she watched me unzip my pants. No one had ever watched me pee before...or at least not in years...so it was a bit daunting to start the flow. Once I started though I pissed like a racehorse. Mrs. Wilson watched me tuck my cock back into my jeans. She smiled brightly as I did so.She led me into the living room. We sat together on the couch. Mrs Wilson said it would be fine if I wanted to feel her tits while. Granted, you weren’t a professional, but I knew that your sole purpose was to tease and entice me. The song wasn’t very long at 4 minutes plus, but it was enough to warm you and get my blood circulating.Then I heard Eric Clapton’s Blues in A start it’s mournful wail. You paraded to the middle of the window and turned your back towards me, looking over your shoulder with that come hither. You slowly turned your head in the other direction and repeated that look, giving a more smoldering look..