This is liberal London, it's perfectly normal for men to be alone with women here. You suppress your nerves and continue walking up the street of litt...e terraced houses where I live. You ring my doorbell briskly. I don't keep you waiting long before opening up. Immediately, I am struck by your beauty. I was not expecting you to be this pretty. I don't know what I was expecting exactly, but I never imagined the vision of loveliness standing before me. You're wearing quite a lot of make-up, even. A small lamp in the hall behind her lit up mom’s body just enough to see all of her wonderful curves threw her nightie. Her big full tits could be seen like there was nothing covering them and her big thick brown nipples were pushing against the nightie. Best of all was mom’s pussy mound was sticking out a couple of inches and I could clearly see her bare lips and clit. They were a little swollen like she had been playing with herself.When I turned to face her mom’s eyes got. I slid my hand down and over her pussy. It felt damp. Roland must have been fucking her already. I got up and walked down to Verna’s bedroom as she followed as I dropped my shorts and briefs leaving me totally nude. I took the jell from the bureau and lay it on the bed just in case I needed it. I lay a large each towel on the foot of the bed and covering middle if the long stool still in place where Verna had left it. Princess stood there looking at me. I didn’t see Roland anywhere. I patted. “I hope you’re speaking metaphorically,” he said. “Nearly all the moms are taller than me!”“I’m pretty tired after that party,” I said. “I want to keep kissing and ... do everything, love. I’m just afraid I’ll fall asleep on you.”“Please do,” Dave said softly. “Please cuddle close and fall asleep on me. Maybe tomorrow we’ll be up for more.”We went to bed, a little embarrassed to be sharing such an intimate space. I wore a silk nightgown purchased specifically for the occasion. It was opaque, so.