Then she squatted down and began to pee. I almost choked watching her as she seemed to take ages dribbling a little stream, then pausing and then drib...ling some more, pausing and dribbling again and all the while she kept holding her panties to her face and sniffing them. My cock was rock hard and I rubbed it through my jeans as I watched her.“Have you seen enough then?” she suddenly asked and raised her head to look straight in my direction. I ducked down but she called out again, “Come on, I. With her other hand, shecaressed her rather large breasts. When I opened thedoor, she jumped, startled. She quickly refocused andwent back to her pussy, which was covered with darkblond hair. I couldn't help myself; I gawked at herbeautiful body, from head to toe.Lynn didn't seem to mind the attention; she continuedrubbing her cunt as fast and hard as she could.Finally, she seemed to swallow and get her nerve andasked, "Would you like to join me?"At this point, I was still more intrigued. But Mom, already in her thirties, had her own set of standards. She wouldn't leave me alone all night, and that meant she couldn't stay over at her date's home for the stuff that — I had no doubt - a healthy and exciting thirty-ish woman likes to do.I was confused. Ever since I had discovered masturbation, I had guessed that grownups had sex every night, except with each other, not alone the way I was forced to do. Did she actually go to a guy's house for sex and then come home? Did they do it. Marion showered kisses all over my face telling me that I was a beautiful girl. She opened my dress and bared my bosom. The woman took one of my nipples into her mouth and started sucking hard. In a way she was much like my ex-husband with her driving, hungry sexual demands. But, at least, I didn't have to worry about being penetrated by a ton of dick.The still youthful divorcee got me to take off all my clothes and she stripped herself. She was on the heavy side but she was well proportioned..