On the way there, Ruth told me her mother’s name was Gladys, and filled me in on pretty much every sex talk she had ever had with her mom. I found o...t that her mother really was sheltered all of her life. We arrived at the assisted living facility and made out way to Gladys’ room. When we went inside, Gladys was sitting in the corner watching the TV. Her eyes lit up when she turned to see up come in the door. She was probably about 5 feet tall, like her daughter, but couldn’t have weighed more. It was well arranged. I sat on the sofa. Her kitchen was right in front of me. I was viewing her back. Her white bra was clearly visible through her semi-transparent blouse. Firm and milky boobs, her white neck and back was arousing me. She had a three or four year small son who was ready for his school. I asked her about her husband and she told me that he was out of town. After breakfast i asked to drop her son to school. She told me that he goes by bus.I thanked her and left for my college. . They were hardly ever alone. Uncle Fred, Lydia's father, for one, was almost always around. He'd want to take the boys -- Donald, his brother, Dennis, and Lydia's brother, Alan, out fishing, riding, hiking.Dennis and Alan were both a couple of years older than Donald. Donald always hoped they would go off on their own, and leave him with Lydia, but they were always willing to let her tag along when she wanted.Donald almost never even found enough alone time to masturbate, and always went back. BUT it did beat blue-balls by a mile. Walking across his backyard, Joel noticed the lights were on in the kitchen and living room. 'Mom must've left them on,' he thought. Their house was a sort of two story built onto a sloping lot. From the front it looked like a regular one story ranch, but from the back it was two full stories tall. Joel's room was on the lower floor, which was convenient for late night rendezvouses. Figuring his mom had just left the lights on he went inside and crept.