She wears revealing clothes and flutters around the house.She had been noticing that her son and his friends were always whispering when they were in ...he same room with her. Many times, she had noticed the boys looking her up and down and saying lewd things amongst each other.She liked that her son and his friends thought she was hot. She treated them like how she treated all men of the opposite sex. She let her son call her by her first name rather than call her mom. **“Joey, your mom is so. We set up the blankets on the floor so we could have a private, naked, sexually charged picnic. Cassie took a great deal of pleasure using a pickle to demonstrate her improved blow-job skills. Sarah followed suit by eating out a pudding cup. As we finished eating, I decided to turn the tables on both Sarah and Cassie. Leaning over toward Cassie, I pulled her to me for a deep kiss. As our tongues danced, I reached for the pickle that was sitting on my plate. As Cassie got into the kiss, I worked. Clamping her eyes shut and rubbing her lover's shoulder with all her might, she captured the torrent within her with the exception of a single glistening tear that crept out and started rolling down her cheek.The tear slid off the edge of her chin, landing with a miniature splash on the thickly lacquered mahogany rail separating her from her lover. It was one of those unknown and unrecognized things that happen within our ken, yet go unnoticed.Mandy knew in the depths of her heart that if she. .. I blushed. I really thought I was too old to blush. Wendy looked up at me and grinned.“Get used to it,” she said.You can’t walk quickly, holding someone like that, not comfortably, anyway, so it was nearly mid-day when we approached the refreshment kiosks.“Do you know,” Wendy said, “I could murder a burger and chips.”“I’d hope it was already dead,” I commented, but I’m happy to indulge the woman I love.”“You!” She poked me hard in the ribs.I confess ... I like junk food. Not all the time,.