"That's okay," Mom replied, continuing her relaxing bath.Nothing similar to that experience ever happened again. My mother's habits never changed, but...mine did. As I got older I didn't want Mom catching me ogle her with my eyes. And I ultimately knew it would be wrong to do so. But this all changed more than a dozen years later.Now at 53, my mother had put on some weight over the last several years. I wouldn't at all call her fat, but she was "thick". Her hips, breasts, thighs and stomach had. "Are you feeling alright?," she asked, looking carefully at me.I smiled and quickly nodded at her, entranced by her presence. She was wearing an exquisite perfume, and it created a mesmerizing effect on me as I stared quietly at her. Her body was very well formed,filling out her form fitting suit, she was actually one of the most attractive women I had ever seen."Mr. James Alex Fander," she stated, a mysterious smile on her face. I didn't answer but let her continue."We're going to talk. Her hips jerked as my tongue licked her while my hand steadily fucked buzzy in and out of her pussy. I was overwhelmed with pleasure as I listened to her moans of sexual bliss."Yes! That's it Heather! Oh fuck yes! Fuck my pussy!" Stacy groaned as her pussy ground into my face.She was getting close but then she seemed to hit a plateau and while she enjoyed it she was not getting an orgasm."Oh Heather I need to cum! Please put the vibrator in my ass!" She pleaded.I was stunned when she told me to. But the night before, I had called Charlotte and told her I had a surprise for her. I told her to pull her hair back into that ponytail she wore the other night, and to put on those glasses, a pair of white cotton panties like she had me wear, and a tight halter top. “What’s this all about, sweetie?’ she asked. “Just trust me, Charlotte. You’re going to live what I have in mind.” I knew her sexual curiosity would win out, and it did. She told me she’d be ready. Before we left, I went into.