"Brook, are you sure it was your mother?" I asked gently. "It's possible you were mistaken. We may be upset over nothing. It could have been someone t...at looks like Natalie. That was probably what you saw." Right, Dad! I don't know what my own mother looks like. There must be a few thousand purple Lexus SUV's around with personalized plates that say "NAT" like that one over there. I must be seeing things," wailed Brook.I looked in the direction she indicated and saw Natalie's car a few rows. They rested up after the school year, attended a few weeks of classes in furtherance of their chosen careers, or took long naps, and read the books they'd been saving all year.Jack taught Johanna to ride a bicycle. He taught her to swim. Her brother taught her to read before she started school, and later, how to use a computer. Jack's sister taught her how to braid her hair and Becky gave Johanna the clothes she outgrew, so Johanna could play dress-up. She was nine years old when Jack graduated. This was his best friend’s mother!“Ah, ah, well, I guess so,” he murmured. I could tell he was hesitant, but also getting pretty hot and excited by my mother’s questions and comments. I could also see he had a stiff dick in his jeans, anxious to be released. As hesitant as he was, I knew that he would enjoy jacking off, particularly in front of my mother. He slowly unbuckled, slid his jeans down, and pulled his jockeys to his knees. “Oh my,” she said, admiring his long, slender dick. . Made of powder blue silk taffeta, it was an elegant yetsimple, shirt-waisted dress with a tight bodice and a flowing, shirringskirt. Once on, and zipped up on its left side, I then picked up a pairof three inch heeled stiletto court shoes and slipped them on my feet.Once on I stood up and faced the full length mirror on the far wall ofthe room. By any measure I was a very pretty young lady. Slim, svelte,high breasted, I looked delicious, and I fancied myself. Even though Iwas not going out I.