This couldn't be what I was hearing. It had to be a dream. A joke. My mom couldn't be cheating on my dad with a woman who had a dick.Women didn't have...dicks!Step by step, I crept closer and closer to the kitchen. I noticed the discarded clothing. A pair of my mom's yoga pants, the one with the hole in the butt she only wore around the house not caring if her panties were peeking out. A t-shirt she'd gotten from the fair last fall when we went as a family. Her beige bra and a matching pair of. It arouses me but my cage prevents me from becoming erect. I unbutton her shirt enough to expose her ample breasts. As soon as I fondle her nipples they become erect. I hope this is a sign she becoming aroused but I'm sure it is from my ice cold hands. I alternate licking each nipple as she closes her eyes and moans her approval.She pushes my head farther down. I take the cue and slide her pants down just far enough to expose her well trimmed bush. My tongue dances around her clit. With each of. ...I love it!" I shot back"I thought you would. You ready to go?" She asked"Yep lets hit the road gorgoeus" We got in the car and began laughing and talking and catching up on old times. After bout fifteen minutes we arrived at her favorite restaraunt....Olive Garden. She loved Itilian food. We sat down and I ordered a bottle of wine and a salad. Right after the waitor left I felt it! Grandma had placed her foot on my dick. She began stroking my dick with her foot under the table! I was in pure. I also noticed the sales girl Jordan was talking to. I had talked to her the day before in English. It was Leanne.I approached behind Jordan. Leanne spotted me, smiled wide, and waved. Jordan turned to see and gave me a smile that I knew all too well. What were they talking about? Did I want to know? Would it lead to something between me and Leanne?Leanne was close to Jordan's height, though I knew my brunette was wearing three inch heels. Leanne's hair was darker, flowed straight, and hung off.