“Oh honey, I was so full of myself. I didn’t even think I might arouse you. I’m sorry.”“It’s ok mom. I ‘m sorry too”Mom sat down next ...o me. She told me that nude was not a bad thing and that being aroused was a natural effect. She explained that we were as close together as you can get, that a very special bond exist between mother and son. She told me that I would never have to be embarrassed by my natural feelings or ever have to apologize to her again.“Mom you’re right. I said I would help. Despite her protestations all week end; I refused to let on.Sunday night I told Karen to go put on something that she could slip off real easy; but reminded her no underwear. She chose a white blouse and simple black skirt.We got in the car and drove to Tottenham Court Road; where we walked towards London's famous Soho. I could tell Karen was becoming excited and she kept up a constant chatter about how she was looking forward to whatever I had planned for her.We turned into Soho Square and. I reached out for this diary, just to check last night wasn't a dream. When I read what I'd written, I realised I forget to say what it was all about.What it was all about, to start with, was us round Cathy's to cheer me up about splitting up with Gail. There was my best friend Lawrence and his girlfriend Jo, Jane and Zo? and Cathy's silent boyfriend, Neil. I don't know him well, though he seems nice enough. Jane made some comment about it being tough for me being commiserated by three couples. "For a moment, we were both frozen there. I felt my nipples stiffen inthe air conditioning, and I was very much aware of a wetness between mylegs. I felt his eyes traveling over me, drinking me in, and felt adistinct thrill of feminine pride in the knowledge that, yes, he damnedwell had to have liked what he saw."Are you going to just sit there?" I asked him teasingly. "Come overhere."He didn't have to be asked twice. He stood up and began to approach. Mystomach leapt as he drew near, with an.