’ I relented. I suppose I felt I owed her for the ass display. I took the address of the college and set off for leafy Hertfordshire on the northern...borders of London. The traffic was mercifully lighter than usual and I was pleased to find it took me only forty minutes. I had told Connie an hour but there she was, already waiting at the front entrance. For a moment I failed to recognise her because instead of the tight trousers or jeans she always wore in the office she was wearing a jeans. She was letting everything else just hang out. I guess mom didn't expect me back at the house until later. We both startle each other, and pause...me cause I'm shocked that my mom is naked and mom because she didn't expect anyone in the house. But what I saw mesmerized me. My mom had pale, saggy tits, empty from years of breast feeding, and a thick dark bush. I never saw a bush to thick...you could barely see her pussy lips through it.Now, I never saw my mom as a sexual object, but the lack of. I groaned as I gave her tits one last squeeze. Then I pulled out of her. I stumbled back a few steps and leaned against the desk next to hers. I stared at her, her ass frozen with the imprint of my last impact, dimpled by the impression of my groin. Her pussy had only only half closed after my cock's withdrawal. My cum was only beginning to leak out of her before it, too, froze in place. I could see the white spunk coating her inside, mixed with her own cream.“Damn,” I panted. “You love being. So why didn’t he? How obvious was I going to have to make this? Im not used to challenges. Infact im not a fan of them.We ate at a little café not too far from the office. It was upscale and very quite. Everyone in there looks exhausted and overworked. We got a table in the back and sat across from each other. The waitress came and took our orders, and left us to our conversation.“so amilyn, tell me about yourself”“why so formal? Please call me amy. And there isn’t much to say, I’m a natural.