Most of the time I would say I needed to go to the bathroom and go inside, dry off just enough not to drip through the house and head straight to my m...thers bathroom where her freshly removed dirty panties and bra would be waiting for me. There was never a time that my cock wasn’t already rock hard by the time I got to them. I would hold the crotch of her panties and sniff the smell of my mom’s hairy pussy which I had just been drooling over outside next to the pool. It never took long, no more. I've dreamed of it, and have thought there could be a chance, but I know better and also know that there would too much of a chance that a baby wouldn't be healthy. We'll be fine, my love. You'll have to continue to understand how to treat your older lovers along with the younger ones."Julie's tears were wetting my shoulder as she said, "I'm the same way, Chuck. I'm far past the time I should entertain having another baby, but you've given me my youth back and I keep thinking that I could bear. "Where's Mr Abbassi" I asked. "He's gone to visit family in Pakistan" "Are you his daughter" "Yes" "I see" She smiled. She had large brown eyes-framed by charcoal makeup, she wore a tight black t-shirt, and she had thick glossy black hair that flowed down to her lower-back. My eyes wandered along the shelves of wine, as I was reading the back of a bottle she came from behind the counter and started rearranging items. "Do you get bored being in here all night?" "Yes. But no one else will do it". "Look, no we could get together I can rearrain..."Cut off again, "OK give me your home address, I'll see you about 6 PM. OK?'As she stuttered out her home address she was aware that she was loosing control of the situation { ... as if I had any ... to begin with... } she half laughed to herself. She didn't dawdle on the way home, and it was into the shower right away. She was standing in nylons, panties and push up bra, trying to choose between two dresses when the doorbell rang. Throwing on.