The slow tempo was almost maddening, yet it felt beyond wonderful. As he drove his cock into me his pace quickened imperceptibly. He groaned above me... pulling me fully upright from under my arms. I sat on his thighs while he thrust his dick up into my pussy. Uttering oaths and false promises into my ear, he pushed my tank top and sports bra over my breasts. He cupped them while pinching my hard nipples and pumped his cock more forcefully inside me. The morning lightened around us and the sun. We were both so turned on it took very little time for us to reach our peak, the sound of her hoarse, choked cry as she writhed blissfully on me spurring my own eruption. I held her there as we came down from our shared high, revelling in a tender moment after a relatively brutal coupling. We kissed, slowly, sweetly, until my cock finally slipped free from my mother. My arms screaming from having supported my mother's weight for so long, I gratefully let her down. She smiled, radiant, up at me,. ‘It’s a lot different to my catalogue, isn’t it Jack? Would you like to see me wearing some stuff like that honey?’ Jack just nodded, adding, ‘I bet Bob would too’.As they looked at more and more old gals obscenely modelling the garments, they were obviously getting as they called it ‘excited’. Sandra was crossing and uncrossing her legs to the point that her skirt rode up and she was discreetly fingering herself and Jack was trying to hid a massive hard on as was I. Closing the show, I asked. I wasn't doing anything, and I hadn't experienced any realsocial situations since the change. Maybe I should hang out with him.It would be like having the training wheels on my bike, he washarmless, and it's not like I'd be bummed out if I embarrassment myselfin front of him. We could go somewhere public, and we could have a cupof coffee or something. Just as long as he understood that was all itwas."Sure, I'm free today if you're around." I missed off the kiss, hopingthat this was a subtle but.