Her hips had begun to form to the shape of a mature woman and her legs were the very picture of tanned perfection.She looked from my crotch to my eyes...and slowly started unbuttoning her shirt. She neither wore a bra nor needed one as I had already noted, so each button held the promise of seeing more. The teasing smile lit up her face though as she only let the shirt open so much. When she revealed the flesh between where her breasts would someday grow, a line marking where her swimsuit came up. Standing there in front of the mirror in a purple and green tartan kilt and my white shirt, an idea popped into my head. I said to George, “What do you think about a black shirt with this kilt.”As I expected, he was all too eager with the idea. Making our way back to the change room, not bothering to close the curtain now that we were the only two in the shop and we were blocked from the front shop windows from the shelves. He removed my white shirt and helped me with the black one.Of course,. " Your tone had changed from amusement to a flat stern one. "Okay, I will. See you at 8 sharp." And that ended our conversation. I sat there on the edge of the bed with the discreet box at my side, still unopened. After taking several deep calming breaths I began to tear at the tape to reveal the contents. The first object I encountered was a small 2oz bottle of Astroglide lubricant. What on earth...I wondered as I then spotted the second object. My eyes widened in shock and it all became. The head of my erection found her hole. It was dripping wet, and burning with passion. I shook as I pushed, feeling her vagina envelop the head of my erection. She gripped me tightly and whimpered, and I slowly sank the entire length of my erection into my mother's willing vagina. Her fleshy tunnel pulsed and quivered around my length, massaging my erection in a way I had never felt before.We then released our kiss and opened our eyes, our stare meeting and we gazed, wide-eyed at each other,.