Michelle said she wanted a full nude style, sort of Playboy Playmate style, to prove that over-forty moms still 'had it,' in her words. I took notes ...nd asked follow-up questions, as I would need them to create the art that they would like. As we drank, the mood got looser. The ladies talked about their families at first, but then the conversation got a bit more sexual, and I would swear that they were flirting with me. I excused myself at one point to go to the restroom, which was a cover. It was uncomfortable, then pleasurable, but most of all it was different. It was different from the plodding loneliness of high school, and from the harrowing, cyclical fights with my parents that had become our routine. It wasnt boring, and it wasnt uncomplicated, and it wasnt like taking acid. It was something that was better to do than to talk about doing. It was a door to another place, another way of being that didnt have to do with language. It would take me many, many years to understand. It had been raining the past three weeks, but now the sun was finally out. She glanced into the mirror, repositioned her hair and grinned. For a couple of seconds, the dreadful moment that was fast approaching seemed to be miles away. She put her lipstick on and muttered to herself,"Let's go, Emma. You can do this!"Her heart started pounded as she grabbed her keys a few minutes later, heading out the front door. Her mind went over every detail of the day ahead, over and over again. If this. Ooohhhhh! Oh God! Oh God! Oh my GOOOOOOOD!”Her hands were now gripping the side of the chair and she had slid forward giving her son full access to her cunt. He had slid a second finger in and was pumping itShe suddenly convulsed as the orgasm hit her fully. A flood of her juice shot out. Tom’s fingers had gone and his face was now there and his tongue worked along the tender inner skin of his mother’s cunt.“Oh, Fuck! Oh yes fuck. Fuck me! Fuck me you dirty little bastard. Fuck me.