After 30 minutes, I was getting impatient, but when my wife finally showed up, I forgot all about my irritation at her tardiness. Her blonde hair was ...iled high on her head with strands cascading down either side of her face. Her lips gleamed with ruby red lip gloss and earrings were in each of her earlobes. She had two rings on each hand and bracelets on each wrist. The only garments she wore were a skin-tight sweater made of stretchable material, a pair of short shorts that looked to be two. My first time with my dearest Mom happened under the very weird circumstances.This wasn’t something planned by me or my Mom and it happened due to my boldness and persistence.Everything started at early September 2002.It was midweek.I had visited my parents to eat when my Dad asked if I would like to accompanied my Mom to a wedding ceremony.I learned that the 2nd cousin of mine was getting married and my Mom really wanted to went.As usual,my Dad who hates these kind of events preferred to. The cab driver had immediately moved his rear view mirror so he could see her body, and his mouth was wide open as he watched her all the way home. Doing her patriotic duty, she had called the Mayor the next day and told him about Abdul. Mike had told her to keep letting him fuck her while he checked the guy out and he would get back to her later. That memory snapped her out of her thoughts and she pulled the dildo out of her very primed ass, stuck it in her mouth and licked it clean, then got. “I see,” was her only comment. “Next, pick up the lingerie on the floor. Separate the ones you soiled from the clean ones and put the clean ones back in the drawer.” When he finished, she commanded him to go downstairs and bring up one of the dining room chairs. Ted reached for a pair of pants, but Amanda was having none of that. “No, naughty boy, go down just as you are.” “B...but Amanda, someone might see me through the window.” “Oh, well.” Blushing, Ted scurried downstairs, quickly returning.