She made up for it when she bought a white satinbasque which looked very sexy.We went to a big department store and Jenny saw a very prettyblack satin...evening skirt that was very full of fabric withlovely detailing around the waist and was about mid calf length."That is perfect but its very expensive," she said, "I wonderwhat size will fit you. I know - you can try it on." I can't possibly," I said and this time I was adamant."Yes you can. If we buy the skirt you can take it to the. They were opening, expanding and contracting just a little as her panting breath lifted and dropped her tight stomach and abdomen. A low, beast-like growl emanated from deep down in my throat and felt her shudder a little in expectation as I raised her with my hands and took her softly into my mouth and started licking her puffy lipped well used pussy. She gave a strangled, triumphant sob and her legs went around my neck. I was surprised by the acrid peppery taste that told me she was already. "I've come about the wood," I said.She smiled. "I can't chop much one handed. Do enough to cook." Suppose," I said."Woodpile's over yonder. You kin start now if'n you'd druther. Suppose you et?" I did. Light won't last much longer. How much you need?" Might take five or six cords to get me though the winter. My man's a prisoner, up in New York, likely on one a'them hulks and not likely to be exchanged I hear. Folks that know say I ought to count him dead right now. Two shillings a cord be all. I like to look good for the man of the house,” I said. “Is that okay?”“Sure, I guess,” he nodded, before complimenting, “You look very good, Mom.”“Really? You sure you’re just saying that because I’m your mother,” I said, fishing for more compliments, as I stood in front of him.“Trust me, Mom,” he said, glancing up and down at my outfit, especially my stocking-clad legs. “I’m not saying it because you’re my mom.”“You really think I’m pretty?” I asked, as I moved away far enough to give him a.