. an inviting treasure was revealed.Before she had drawn a breath to cry out again, I leaned forward for a gentle kiss."Oh God, Randy, you know just h...w to touch me," she gasped as she scrambled her legs around to gain her footing on the bedcovers. Once she had it, she began making gentle undulations as I began exploring her, inside and out.She'd just put her hands on my head to guide me when we heard a burst of laughter from the hallway, followed by what sounded like someone colliding solidly. All she had to do was open her eyes and focus on the mirror and I would be dead meat. The last thing I wanted to do was explain to my mother why I was naked, behind the couch, with the dog licking my ass! Grabbing the only cover at hand, I curled into a tiny ball and pulled my nightgown over my body. I was hoping that I looked like a blanket dropped behind the couch. At that moment, Buster laid down and put his head on top of me. This was terrific. Maybe now it looked like Buster was sleeping. She started to undo the buttons on her blouse next and with both hands opened it up for her son to view.Fuck, she looked hot as she slipped her blouse from her shoulders and off her arms.Mom dresses sexily with a white lacy bra, full to over flowing of soft pale tits and suspender belt to match. But it was her hairy triangle that got full attention from my eyes, big and bushy jutting out from between her legs“Let see if you are man enough to stick it in me” mom sarcastically said as she moved. There was a nightstand next to thebed; she passed the time looking through the drawers. In one of them she foundan expensive-looking locket, obviously an antique and with a beautiful chain.She stashed it in her purse impulsively, assuring herself that Sylvia owed herat least that much for having put her through this whole grotesqueembarrassment. The locket fell to the bottom of the purse where it clinkedinnocently with her car keys; she saw a faint glimmer of gold and snapped thepurse shut. .