My lust, my taboo thoughts and my entire dark jack off fantasy's spoke up in my mind; almost forcing me to say what I did next. "Mom, can I touch them..." My mom stopped what she was doing, holding her bra in her hand. She sat back down and just nodded her head yes. My hands were drawn to her tits like a magnet. I very lightly fondled them, enjoying the feeling of her tit flesh in my hands. I ran my finger tips lightly around her areola, my mom bit her lower lip and let out a very soft mew. Then. I got a glimpse of her white panties. That didn’t help matters one bit. It just made my mind wonder more about her private moments. I was curious to whether she was still bald there or started growing hair. Or whether her scent was stronger than on the panties that I washed. These are thoughts I should not have. However, I knew once home, I could go relieve any tensions and begin to think clearly again. When I got out of the car, I made an adjustment and told Megan I had to go to the bathroom.. But after today I'm not gonna ask who you're fucking and neither are you if I go elsewhere," Nat stated. "Can you live with that?" I dunno, Nat. Can I think on it?" an obviously shocked Wayne replied."Sure, take all week. But if you do say OK, you might want to consider a vasectomy so you can enjoy rooting without the frenchie," Nat replied.Whatever Wayne had been expecting, it hadn't been Nat being so ... reasonable over his adultery. He wasn't all too sure as to how he'd cope with Nat fucking. All she could tell me about her was that she was polite but very unassuming and basically kept to herself. I lingered there on the front steps for some time enjoying a cool evening breeze. Reaching into the cooler for a second beer and popping the top, I heard the neighbor’s garage door sliding open. Out walked a young lady carrying a black plastic bag and heading toward the garbage cart at the curb. She wore a knee-length floral skirt, a pair of white Chuck Taylors, and a denim jacket. Her.