She also knew he was doing it for her. It was she who yearned, at 56, for the child she could never conceive.He arrived in good time, parking his car ...nd checking into a room at the inexpensive motel. There were butterflies in his belly and he had sweaty palms. Peter splashed his face in the sink and looked at himself in the mirror. He was 52, shortish and stocky, with thin brown hair. His eyes were brown and they were grainy. His nose was large for his face, pointing slightly to the left as. How old? She was younger than my mother, but a few years older than me. This was true at the time of all women with breasts and hips, with skin I imagined soft as butter and lips that needed no lipstick to be kissed. All the women I saw on the bus, the train, on the street, everywhere.What was it like, I wondered with desire, to be a woman who needs only look in the mirror and see her own breasts, begging to be sucked?At the time it was said that the French Academy would adopt the word. She pulled her head back in surprise looked at me and then looked away silent."Mom did I say something to alarm you"."I think we should leave, " she said after a long interval of silence. Mentally I cursed my self for saying what I had said, but knew that now the cat was out of the bag there was no turning back. I decided to go for broke."Mom, " I said, "I am sorry if I offended you, but you know I have a good head on my shoulders and wise beyond my years. But don't hate me for saying that I am. ”“OK” I said. “Just promise me you won’t think less of me after you hear it.”“I won’t “she said “Just make it good”.I proceeded to tell her about the time a former girlfriend and I had sex during a party at a friend’s house.I know it doesn’t sound like much but the part where it gets kinky was fun in my mind and I’ll always smile when I think of it. “So we had snuck off to the back bedroom and Rene was bent over at the waist holding on to the dresser and I was fucking her from behind while.