.. still with you is he?"I shook my head."Oh no. He was a dickhead. Then I moved here."There was silence, before I decided to ask another question, bu... he beat me to it."What's he like? The guy you..." he looked away.A little confused, I answered"Eh.... His name is Daniel- well, Danny- Fitz, and he was in my old football club. Up himself, y'know? About your height. Good footballer though. That's really why I went out with him"He seemed to think about this for a moment, but instead of. So,anything in particular you want to wear?"I shrugged. "I wouldn't even know where to start." I think I do," she mused, then dug into a pile of clothes. She pointed toa small chest. "Look in there and see if you can find some stockings."I turned a little hesitantly and opened the trunk. There were a ton ofclothes in here, mostly panties and stockings. I dug around until I foundtwo stockings that were a match. "How about these?" Those should work," she held up a red number with a lot of laces.. He leaned over and lightly licked her clit as he rubbed her flat stomach with one hand and inserted one finger of his other hand into her pussy. As his finger wandered into her wet pussy, his tongue made circles around her clit, over and over again."That feels amazing, baby" she moaned as she arched her back against the kitchen counter and ran her fingers through his hair. He tongued her clit and continued to finger fuck her warm tight pussy, getting it ready for his big cock. She slowly began. I also proved to myself that I could do whatever I wanted to do to her whenever she was drunk like that. I drifted off to sleep that night, planning what I’d do the next weekend when mom would get dead drunk again.The following morning mom was making breakfast when I came down. Her mood was so cheerful that I commented on how happy she was. “Oh,” she responded, “I had the most wonderful dream about your father. “That’s great, mom!” I said, “You just keep dreaming those kind of dreams.