She put her heels back on, stood in front of me facing me, reached down and smeared more of her love juices on me. She closed her lower calfs around m..., while pushing her hips into my face."Now, start to thrust...Nice and slowly....Fuck my calves. I'm going to give you a calf job."I pushed my face into her, my senses on overload as I absorbed her scent and taste, while feeling the intense arousal of the nylon on my throbbing, thrusting cock.My breathing was extremely irregular now, and my body. Mother?" I twitched my pelvic muscles causing my rigid boner to swing up and down."Are you mad?" She whispered harshly. "Standing like this at the front door. Come inside and let me close the door." Not before you take that off." I pointed at her sheer negligee. "Remember what I told you?" No." Take it off ... or I'll remain here."She looked at me hesitantly and then pushed the negligee over her shoulders. It slipped off her body and fell on the floor.My mother was now standing before me in all. "Ye-es!" replied Dan enthusiastically. "He was a brilliant rugby player and still plays cricket for MCC (Marylebone Cricket Club whose home ground is Lord's: 'the home of cricket')."Yes, Dan darling," she smiled, "but do you like him as well as that?" Yes, Mummy. Very much." What if I was to marry him? He'd become your father."Dan thought about that. "No, Mummy. Daddy was my father but James could be a sort of second father. You know..." Yes, darling. Your step-father, a substitute father."Dan. " Yeah. I like my prison shirt, but I've got some other clothes I'd like to wear." With two buttons unbuttoned." Oh yeah? I'd like to see you with all your buttons unbuttoned." Really? I'll show you." Honey, stop." She was pulling her shirt up. "I was joking around. I love it when I see you and when I touch you, but I always want it to be special times—not when I'm just joking." You know, don't you?" she asked. "I'll always do whatever you want, Brian. Just tell me. I know it means a lot to.