She had the perkiest set of tits and a shaved pussy. Along with her killer ass, she was a walking wet dream.“Bret, I need fucked. Nick doesn’t t...ke care of me anymore. He’s either working, drinking, or cheating on me. I want more. I need more. He is too vanilla. I need to be taken and fucked. Please fuck me.” As I thought about what she said, Sarah made her move. She pulled my towel from around my waist. At that point, I didn’t care if she was married. “Oh my God. I knew you were. ”I put my hand out and felt her pussy lips, “God, they feel wonderful, so smooth and soft.”I tried to get my finger inside her, but she moved away too quickly.“Good, that’s all I needed to know,” Pat said as she walked away.As she did, the doorbell rang. Pat looked at the wall clock, “Fuck, Peter is early and I’m not ready. Never mind, I’ll let him in.”I was about to say that I would go just in case it wasn‘t Peter when I heard Pat, “Fuck.”I got up and rushed to the door; Pat was standing there. I was romantically touching her and it felt like we were getting ready to have sex on the beach when I woke up. Hard on and wide-awake I also felt a desire to pee. Wearing just my boxers, I crept out of bed and made my way to mom's room to use her bathroom. I slowly opened her bedroom door and saw her lying on her back in her bed. The light from the street lamp shone enough brightness for me to realise how truly beautiful she was. Reminding myself that she was my mom, I walked around her bed. You remember the guy I was telling you about she asked. Yes I replied. You should let me arrange a date between you two. I know you two would get along so well, and you never know. He might rock that little pussy's world she said with a giggle. She pulled up his social media account and showed me a pic of him. He wasn't bad looking at all, Mid 40's, salt and pepper very short hair, very athletic. I just smirked and said I don't know about him rocking my world just yet, but a night out with him.