Still for both of them it was a significant event. Each was acutely conscious of the sexual nature of the contact. "Tim!"He struggled to regain his ba...ance and straighten up. For a moment he was grinding his semi hard cock into her firm butt. In the process, his cock got harder and harder until he was rigid as a piece of pipe."Sorry, mom, I was just trying to slip in and grab the cereal box." He braced himself for her angry reply."I could tell you were trying to slip into something, I just. I picked up some vegetables, got some pasta, I was looking at the meat case, when I heard some hater say to the guy she was with, "I can't believe they allow sluts like that (she points to me) in here."The guy replied, "Hey, don't worry about it, besides she's not hurting anyone."She huffed, "I mean they shouldn't allow her in here dressed like that, there's k**s in here for crying out loud. I bet the little slut is probably a fucking prostitute." She turned towards him, "You better not be. Even when it's bad, it's good.But when it's done in an amateurish fashion, it's endearing. And, ladies: Try to understand! The reason the guy likes it so much, in large measure, is just because you're doing it at all!The fact that you may be doing it badly is almost beside the point! I mean, you've got your lips wrapped around his joint, there, and then you raise your eyes to look up at him and, oh, Jesus, that look is worth any amount of errant tooth-scratchings and inartistic sucking. "Oh really now and what would you do with me? Last night you thought that my idea was crazy!" she smiled and loved that Jim was getting so hard for her. "That was last night and I'm quickly seeing the error of my ways!" Jim said with a laugh, as he sat at the bar and Mom moved to the stool next to his. "And, as for what I would with you...you're my Mom and I couldn't say things like that to you," he said and she moved closer to him. She sat next to him and very slowly, crossed her long and.