I smiled, "You look very good mom."She smiled back at me, "Thanks, I am going to go put something on."I liked the way my mom's body looked. Even thoug... it was wrong, I tried to think of a excuse before she went to put something on."Wait Mom."She looked a little suprised as her hazel eyes glared at me. "Yes?"I didn't know what to say. "Um, I was wondering, well, um, I have never seen a girl's body before, is it alright if maybe I can just well, you know, like see." I was embaressed.She seemed. I kept handing her the joints and soon she was very stoned. As she would take her turn at darts I would sneak up behind her and rub her ass or grab her tit. It must have started to get to her because while Ron would shoot, she was all over me, with kisses and even rubbing my cock through my jeans. I made sure that a couple of times Ron saw my hands on her ass or under her top. After a few minutes of deep kisses, I told Ron to go ahead and practice for a little while. He joked once again that. I want to be able to love and be loved. With ALL that entails.”“Cal,” I said, looking her in the eyes as I started, “I don’t think you realise how many people love you.”“No, they don’t, everybody thinks I’m just a single minded selfish, immature bitch.”“Up until you used that last word,” I began, “I agreed with you. Substitute girl for bitch and you’re right. Everybody does, well, with the possible exception of your mother.”“I think even she does,” she said, a sad expression on her face.“Then. "I mean, women are safely having children into their forties! You should have no trouble at all."Now it was Joan's turn to be confused. Had Eric lied about her age to them? Didn't they know how old she was? "Helen, I'm in my forties. I'm forty-two, almost forty-three."Now Helen was embarrassed. This woman looked, at the oldest, to be in her mid thirties. She was usually such a good judge of age, but Joan looked, well, amazing."I... I'm sorry Joan. You just look so much younger..."Joan got the.