By mid-October the leaves on the tall maples in front of the spacious suburban home had already turned crimson and were beginning to fall on the well-...rimmed lawn. Jane Brighton noticed this as she paused from the light housework she had been doing and lit a cigarette by the living room window. Bob had gone out to the liquor store to pick up provisions for the party they had planned for that evening, and she looked anxiously up the block for a sign of the station wagon returning to the. I perched my backside on the sill, swivelled and propelledmy feet forward as I jumped down so I wouldn't land on the plastic bagspiled beneath me.Job done. I was out of the rain; I could now concentrate on making upthe excuse I'd give mum when she walked in.Then I spied the object inside the polythene wrapper I must havedislodged from one of the carriers in spite of my best efforts to avoidthem.A plain white cotton bra.That was odd. I'd supposed the bags were filled with Christmas. Her olive skin was enhanced by the large dark brown areoles and nipples that capped her breasts. As the robe pooled around her feet he noticed the dark, luxuriant patch of thick pubic hair that adorned his mother’s genitals. A thin hairy line rose from her patch nearly to her belly button. Her stomach slightly protruded, the symbol of her motherhood twenty years ago.She smiled at him as she noticed him looking at her, as he began shedding his outer wear and tunic.“Marcus, I would almost guess. He swallowed the last of his drink and said I’m ready if you are. Taking another gulp of your drink you swiveled your stool towards him and as you slid off your skirt road up, his eyes were glued to you bare pussy. He got a huge grin and gave the bartender a thumbs up. When you got to his room he sat on his bed and you walked up to him and started kissing him. The thrill of kissing a stranger for money made your knees week and pussy even wetter than it was before. His hands went to your hips,.