She was naked, sitting on her neighbour's sofa, her old neighbour's sofa, having just fucked him rigid, his cum still dribbling from her, talking abou... the weather to her mum.“I’m just chilling at home.” The lie came without hesitation and so easily.“I went out with Henri last night. He came back for a little fun.” She winked at me.“About three you say?”“Ok see you tomorrow, bye.”“Luvs ya.”She returned the phone to the table.“She would so jealous if she knew I’d fucked you.”“Sorry?” I. She was on offer and I wanted to take this opportunity. But words of my friend rang in my ears.So I said, “Ms. Mona I think the zip is stuck and I will need to cut your blouse if it is ok with you. And I hope you have something to cover yourself after you dry yourself. Otherwise you will catch cold.”“Sir, please do whatever you feel fit but take the blouse off.” she said.“What about the buttons in front?” I asked.“Oh sir they are fake” she responded.“Ok I will get something to cut the blouse,”. The very next day, and just about every day after that (as long as Dad wasn't home), Mom would invite me to come into the bathroom with her to "chit-chat and catch up" while she bathed. I would be only too happy to oblige.I was, quite frankly, in awe of my mother's beauty and her erotic displays. Today I know that she seemed intent on putting on a longer and longer show for me. How? By increasing the time she spent in the nude in my presence. About a week into our new routine, Mom started to. It was further heightened by the fact she was spying on her husband.In total silence, Brenda and Paul removed each other’s clothes and started to kiss and stroke each other.“Lay back lover and relax,” Brenda whispered to the naked man beside her. “I think that hard cock needs some attention.”As Kim watched her friend’s mouth close around her husband’s cock, she felt the familiar itch in her own pussy grow. Almost without thinking she found her hand had slipped inside her jeans and under her.