“Hey”, I said, “isn’t that your mum over there, dancing with the other bird?”“Oh fuck, I didn’t realise she’d be here as well, she did...’t say. Shall we go somewhere else?” Now I’ve always had the hots for Jim’s mum, I know she was old and a bit fat but she had long blonde hair that I love and a great pair of tits and I found her really horny and the thought that I might get a dance with her was enough to make my cock start twitching, of course Jim didn’t realise this.Trying to be cool I said,. I stopped in front of her as she bent down awkwardly, removing first one heel and then the other. She placed them neatly next to the mat. I nodded in approval. The sight of her black, stockinged feet, dead-centre on my rug was an arresting one. Soft meets soft. I imagined how tender and girlish it would feel to touch the fabric of both. I didn’t have to imagine, of course. I could do it right now. But I would wait. She wasn’t going to run anywhere now: her mouth was hanging half-open with. I was feeling pity for mom as was watching everything from window at backyard. He withdrew his legs behind and said that he can’t help as he doesn’t have enough money and they all made another peg. I noticed that Satish was constantly looking at mom’s boobs and got hard on. Mom was still sitting there and pleading then our landlord said that he can’t help as he don’t see any source of getting his money back then while looking at my mom’s boobs.He asked my mom that he can only help if she is. Tilting her forward so that I could access the hooks at the back seemed the most direct approach except it just was not going to work.When I tilted her forward at the waist I had access right enough. But the bra was so tight that there was just no way I was going to get those hooks off of their rings. So I stopped to consider yet again. Eureka, a new idea; I gently pulled her legs away from the tree so that there was no space between her and the tree. And I went around an put my back.