My little boy had done this before, and he was good! I moaned with pleasure as Marty reached up and began to fondle my tits through my blouse."Take it...off, Mom", he panted, pulling his mouth off mine. "Take off your top, I wanna see your tits!"As if in a daze, I did as he requested. I was a bit concerned about where all this foreplay was leading, but I knew I didn't want it to stop either."Uhhhh, yes!" I muttered "I want you to seen my tits, baby!"I took off my blouse and unhooked my bra,. I made a deal with Mother. She took them, everything except the ultralight, under her wing, so to speak. "If you ever get out of this you can have them back," and she chuckled. I could almost hear, "Fat Chance" in there.About Montana:I believe I've mentioned this before, but it stands repeating. "You can't get there from here." Most Easterners don't understand the concept. Unless you happen to be from Vermont ... they understand. You can't get there from here in Vermont either.Montana is like. Isn't that right Peter? You disappeared quickly when you saw me look up at you. I hope you were able to finish." She waited several minutes then said again, "Did you finish Peter?"I looked at the floor and nodded my head. "So you DID finish. Was there a lot of it Peter? Did you get it on the wall?" Jolted I said quickly, too quickly that I had a paper towel.She stood up then and said, "Take me to your room Peter so I can look out your window and see just how well you could see me there.". "Well, um, we started out shopping for, uh,dresses..."I spent the rest of the ride home telling my stupid little brother aboutall the dresses and shoes that we'd bought. Mom prodded me to shareevery last detail and Mike cracked up every time I mentioned a newarticle of clothing. I was on the verge of tears by the time we gothome....After dinner, Mom took me to her room to have me try on the two dresseswith my new shoes so she could see how it all looked together."So, Danielle," she said to me.