I was already wet. Once it was in, I adjusted my harness until it was snug, stepped in front of the mirror, and opened my eyes. I nearly fainted. Give... the similar skin tones, it almost looked like a real penis coming out of the harness. A woman looks in the mirror every day and sees a smooth, curvaceous body. Now there was a pointy, meaty finger poking jauntily out of my crotch. It looked so powerful, lust embodied. I touched it. Just a tentative tap at first, but even with that light touch, I. ’Thinking that I’d left someone outside, I dived over to the window and peered out up and down the street.‘I don’t see anyone.’ I retorted, miserably.‘You’re looking the wrong way.’ Mom began. €˜She’s right behind you.’I turned around slowly to face her. Mom’s smile was now an ear-to-ear grin.‘It’s me, you silly boy. I’m your date.’‘Mom, that’s crazy. Who ever heard of a guy taking his mom to the school dance?€™â€˜I don’t mean take me as your Mom. I mean. She was dressed in an absolutely skin-tight orange jumpsuit that was one size too small for her outlandish stack of feminine curves.Her fleshy crotch pressed hard against the severely stretched material, erotically calling attention to her world class, puffy-lipped money-maker.The pubic mound length front zipper was pulled down to the bottom of her jiggling, torpedo shaped tits, putting on display a maximum of mouth watering cleavage.The whole dazzling outfit showed off her amazing curves in an. That following Saturday the three of us got together at our place. Jen made us all another outstanding dinner. She flirted with Dave most of the evening and after dinner we retreated down into my man cave. I sprung for a good bottle of wine this time around, and we all sat at the bar chatting about different things. Jen was extremely aroused, and I could see she was a bit nervous sitting there. It was a bit different this time around, and we found ourselves in unchartered waters. It took two.