I couldn't explain it yet. The feeling in my stomach hadn't lifted yet but I definitely wanted to hear what she had to say. I was overly anxious infac.... I paced the room back and forth. What was she thinking now? I had every question in the world and no answers. Okay, I'll have answers in five minutes. I reasoned with myself. I knew it would all be okay with Mom no matter what she had to say. Our relationship was strong enough to withstand any difficulty.I still approached her bedroom door. I thought to myself nah she cant be...but yes she was staring at the half of erection nearly poking from under my boxer leg. She made a audible sigh then shut the tv and left the room. My mind rushed with the possibilities i didn't even think she knew what sex was but theirs my b**st of a m.i.l looking at my boner i should mention at this point my wife always shit talked her mom going as far to call her a fat retard (her words). her mom was slow but a sweetheart it always upset me especially. Her breasts were a good size, tear drop in shape with pronounced nipples. She had a slender waist and nice hips, what I would call curvy. Her navel was pierced with a hoop. The triangle from her navel down to her mons was flat and muscled. She probably did a lot of situps and crunches. Her pussy was clean of any hair or stubble, most likely waxed.Bending over the window sill she picked something off the sill. Tilting her head back she grabbed her hair and collected it into a pony tail and tied. Feeling giddy like kids after curfew, they slunk through the corridors, slipping out and flitting from shadow to shadow until they reached the side of the stage.The music was loud; drums and bases filled their ears and made their bellies vibrate. Lucian wrapped his arm around Charlie’s body as they crawled forward. The boy felt hot; he trembled in his embrace.The lawn was a mess.Tables had been pulled to the side, some of them toppled over, cloths and candleholders, chairs and plates and.