We stood as clothing fell to the floor, My pants she undid on her knees and bent red toes, The same with my briefs, if you please, Then she made love ...o my semi until it was hard. She arose with a smile, satisfied, And fell to the bed of lasciviousness, “Help me off with my jeans,” she cooed, Tattered and two sizes tight, her generation’s garb. I tugged and pulled at the cuff of her slenderness, Her jeans yielded with giggles of youthfulness, And released the scent of her womanliness, Her. My mother was a very attractive woman so there was no problem on that score as far as I was concerned, she was also easy to turn on, or so dad had hinted, a couple of drinks and she was away, he had reckoned, the problem was how she would react. Not only that, how would I set about getting to the stage where I could fuck her, ignoring the discomfort of my cock I thought about this factor for a while before the answer hit me. It was then that I reached my decision, I would attempt to seduce my. She made short work of her pants and was now standing in nothing but her black lace bra and matching micro black lace panties. She lay down on the cot next to her partner and they started kissing again. Rolling on top of her, she licked her way slowly down the blonds’ body until her face was lined up with her sex. She took a long slow lick up the center of her panties and I could see they were soaked with her arousal. She moved the material to the side, exposing her almost bare pussy except for. The walls were decorated like the Getty Museum with art by Degas, Pollack, Picasso, and Hopper although I doubted she knew who painted what. She seemed more likely familiar with caricatures drawn on Venice Beach. Despite my rude stereotyping she was quite attractive: mid-thirties, five-foot-four, brunette, perky titties, and an ass worthy of iambic pentameters.Her butler served tea on the veranda where we discussed the job's responsibilities. As she droned on about those trivial details I.