Shocked and embarrassed I pulled them the rest of the way up. She said don't worry I won't tell if you won't. I asked if I could have something to d...ink, she said sure.I know your not supposed to have it, but would you like a beer. I smiled and said I never drank one before, she said go for it, and remember this never happened. I said I know, and I was never here. That's right she said opening the fridge and handed me a beer. We sat in the kitchen while I drank the beer. After we went out. “Honestly?” Her expression was not of disbelief but more of curiosity.“Honestly.” I did test out the gentle clamps to hold the plates that would cover a portion of her breasts and the force was minimal but enough to hold them in place unless external pressure was applied.Cat had trouble getting them on at first until I handed her an ice cube. No cursing, just quiet. She changed in the dining room with me looking away. When I turned back at her acknowledgment, I gasped, ‘wow’. She was. The next thing I know she is plopping her leg in my lap so that her thigh is laying right across me. Trying to sound like an innocent school girl she asks, “Your hand felt so nice on my thigh at the d**g store. I was wondering if you could massage my legs for me.I didn’t say a word but dove into the task at hand. Her thigh was soft but was still firm and smooth as silk. I was in heaven caressing her beautiful legs. I looked at her face and her eyes were closed and she appeared to be purring. In. Then the touching started. That had been only a few months ago, Vivian reflected. Donald had come home with a particular good report card, and Vivian had given him a congratulatory hug. While embracing him, she'd felt her son's hand sliding down her waist to cup the cheeks of her ass.Was that the turning point? When she hadn't tried to stop him? When she'd instead pressed herself closely against him, and tilted her chin for a kiss? Donald had kissed her, all right-passionately, thrusting his.