She turned around and unzipped her jeans, slowly pulling off her trousers revealing her round arse, which spilled and slightly jiggled as her jeans sl...mped the floor. I felt like my cock was going to explode. She bent over the kitchen sink and beckoned me over, which was the only invitation I needed. I whipped off my top and took undid my slacks allowing them to fall to the floor, but still had them round my ankles as I positioned myself behind her. I hovered my cock just over her hot went. Not wanting them to think I was a randy goat, I sat down opposite and waited for the expected barrage of questions.Yes, there were the usual ones …experience, can I do minor electrical plumbing etc. Etc. Then Mrs Hopwith, leaning back and slowing crossing her legs without too much haste and discretion said: ‘Mr Young, you seem ideal from a practical point of view, but are you discreet? I ask because as you as you will appreciate everyone lives their lives their own way and, shall we say, have. I haven't had sex in so long and I have never seen a girl as sexy as you. Your long legs, short cheerleader skirt, and your small tits. I love small tits. My wife had small tits. She got pregnant and they grew…. a lot. And then the day after breastfeeding was finished, she went and got implants and now she has DD. That was 15 months ago. She has big scars and her nipples look ugly. It looks like she deliberately asked for the worst way to get implants, or maybe she went to a med-student or a. That night mum and I went for a walk. I showed her a secret shortcut to the den. Behind our old shed out back I had made some steps down to the wood. We checked all around and went behind the shed. I held her hand and guided her down to the fort. It was dark but I knew where everything was. Mum held my arm as I got a candle. She held me tight as I pulled an old piece of wall to close of the inner entrance from the candle light. I had an old mattress in there and some wood boxes for chairs. Mum.