“You bloody mother fucker” she yelled but with a smile. This is the first time I actually saw her behaving like a teenage girl. She was still wear...ng a t-shirt and a bermuda. Hearing the word ‘mother fucker’ from my own mom made me crazy and I jumped over her like a tiger on a deer. I took out her t-shirt and started to suck her boobs like a hungry puppy.She bending her back to pop out the boobs more for her son to suck, was busy removing her bermuda with one hand while the other she was. "I see they have a bra fitting service there so we can get you properly measured". Julie agreed to this so Jordan booked his mum in for a fitting online the following day.Jordan met his mother outside the ASDA store, when she finished work, and they walked around to M&S. it was only as they entered the store did Julie start to feel nervous. Julie had never had a bra fitted correctly an suddenly realised another woman was going to be seeing her naked breasts. She had slept with a few women. Deepa is one of my uncle’s daughters and stays close to our house. I keep helping her with errands whenever possible. Once she called me to her place to help her choosing some furniture for her house. We went to a nearby furniture shop and picked up a sofa and other little things. While arranging the sofa, I could clearly see her cleavage and boobs since she was bending and doing the same. Felt something strange in my heart. I wanted to touch her desperately. I thought of an idea. I went to the. In my early 50’s now, still athletically fit, offbeat handsome (so I’ve been told - who knows what the fuck that means), and mostly straight, but quietly willing to bend into the right circumstances, or for the right person. The willingness to bend part is much more recent. But the catch for me seems to be: When and how would the details, this right person, right time and/or place come together for this new desire’s door to swing open, welcoming in a deeply-craved sexual adventure?Once I.