During one of our visits, a few years ago, my mother did something completely unexpected at the lingerie store. Of course, we had always had intense p...easure visiting lingerie stores on our past vacations, and picking out panties that were supposedly for her, acting as if we were husband and wife. We’d done that tons of times, and the sex afterward, with all the panty play, was always fantastic. When we went into this particular lingerie shop in a less-frequented section of London, on that. By the time I was 17 she had just turned 42 and my older sister and older brother had moved out of the house.Let me tell you a little bit about my Mom, she looks a lot like Ally McBeal, except with much bigger breasts and not as skinny. Nobody would ever call my Mom over weight, but she was quite curvy (in all the right places. She had a face like an angel, and beautiful naturally curly hair that a little past her shoulders. But, her most compelling quality was a kind of sexual magnetism she. She turned and faced me, then she opened her robe and let it fall. She was wearing a red corset set with black lace top stockings , her breast where uncovered and I saw what looked like a hicky on her right tit. Then I noticed she wasn't wearing any panties. I said what are you doing? She said I'm not doing anything, I'm already done doing it. Then she stared walking toward me and ran a finger right between her pussy lips and wiped it across my lips. I could smell pussy mixed with something. And when I still hadn't responded, he took out the major branch on the data structure tree encompassing this area.That not only freed me to respond far more than he intended, but because it took a detour through my heuristics while my mind was busy otherwise, I had a record of it afterwards as well.None of this suddenly released me to become a rogue robot. Those are almost always the creation of fiction. It simply allowed me to do many more things than before - some of which I should have been.