” So I sat down and looked at the painting of a seascape on the wall. It had the look of something recently completed. “Did you do this seascape...” I asked. Madeline came into the room from the kitchen holding two glasses of wine and offered me one as she said, “Yes, for a class last semester. Do you like it?” She sat down next to me and sipped her wine. “Yeah. It has real perspective to it,” I said as I took a sip from my glass. I turned to face her. She smiled broadly and put her glass. What did she expect me to say? "Do you have any questions?"She looked back at the screen, at the printer and clicked the mouse a couple of times. "I think I've got it under control."I was backing toward the door when she stood up looking like she had something more to say. I stopped. Her eyes held mine, totally freezing my whole body. If the fire alarm had sounded right then I would have waited for her eyes to release me before I moved."When are you coming back?" she finally spoke."Uh, Sunday,. Normally, in situations like this, where I wasn’t exactly sure what to do, the first thing I usually did was try to imagine what Mom would do if she was in my position. That’s when it hit me that the best way to answer her question was to turn it around and ask her a question of my own.“I’ll be honest,” I said, pausing before slyly attempting to redirect. “But first I’d like to hear what you think?”“What I think?” she said, pausing for a short breath. “I think that all that porn you’ve been. With only enough booze where you could smell it. She loosened her dress and when she sat his drink down this time her tits were almost hanging out of her dress. When she sat down she was almost in his lap and as she moved over a few inches let the bottom come open so far he could almost see her bushy red pussy since she wasn't wearing panties. They went through another couple of packs of pictures and she noticed he was spending as much time looking at her exposed cleavage and long sexy legs..