I could well see her upper half then. I caught myself staring at her tits. They looked big. She was wearing shorts and a white t-shirt. Her boobs look...d tight in that shirt, like it was threatening to burst open any second. Her tits looked nice and round from my view, not floppy or squishy. She obviously was reading my mind because then she stood up and took off her shirt, and to my astonishment, she wasn't wearing a bra. she pushed me on the bed and during this make-out session I moved my. " You are asking me out?" When I took you home Friday I left with the impression that you wouldn't mind seeing me again. Was I mistaken?" No. No you weren't." So will you go out with me tonight?" Yes." Pick you up at seven?" I'll be ready."Fred had a work order for me when I got to work. I read the print, set up the lathe and got to work. The work order was for sixty pieces and when I had about twenty of them done Fred came a randomly chose two of them, took the print and checked them out. He. "Yes," he whispered. "I'm sorry," he added, still feeling that he had taken advantage of his mother.Allison looked at her son with surprise. "There's nothing to be sorry about. We are both adults... and I do consider you an adult now... and we both should know better."Chris remained silent."If we are going to do anything like that again, we have to be very, very careful. If your father ever caught us... well, I don't want to think about that." Huh?" Chris said in complete surprise."I said we. She squirmed against him, grabbed his face, and kissed him again. The recent display of beauty and pleasure, this delightful beauty aching for him, and memories of Val overpowered him. Mark suddenly picked her up and kissed her back. While they were kissing passionately she was grabbing low and tugging his kilt up out of the way and wrapping her legs around his waist. One of his hands found her ass and also found that there were no panties under the short skirt and apron. She wiggled her.