This was going to bad.Friday arrived, and so did Tommy; Margret had bought another new dress, buttoned up the front, its neckline was low and her larg... breasts were very much on display. Nearly fifty years of marriage and she is dressed for a date with another man.We all sat on the sofa, but I may as well not been there. Tommy couldn’t keep his eyes off Margret’s cleavage, at first she just preened herself at the attention, then, she finally commented on it.“If you hadn’t two-timed me with. I decided that opening a bottle of wine was the better choice. I opened a bottle of red wine, it was perfect, I had prepared a small antipasto also. It was perfect fare for a Saturday afternoon, you joined me, we laughed and talked, and drank. Two bottles had disappeared at our sitting, it was more than you normally drank, I guess you were anxious, thirsty or maybe a mix of the two. You went to the bathroom after to apply makeup. You were a little tipsy. Before long, you had dropped a make up. As I said my mother was quite attractive. Her legs were firm and shapely, moving up to her nice round and perhaps fat ass. Her waist was a little thick but good for her age. Her tits were absolutely the stars of the show. They were 44gg and they did sag just right. Growing up my mother would come out of the bedroom topless. Dad would say Martha cover yourself and chuckle. Other times she would have on her bra but only a garter belt and nylons, no panties. I always liked the fact that she always. -Hey its Tony. Were stuck in my basement. Come and get us!- I sent it and handed his phone back. Okay, now we just wait. I said. And we just sat there, opposite from eacother. I tried not to stare at him too much, but Id occasionally glance up at him only to find him returning my gaze. Finally he spoke up. Hey Tony? Yeah? Youre bi, right? I didnt say anything for a while, just staring at the floor. Uhm, yeah I am. Okay, cool. He stopped then opened his mouth. Is it true that you sleep around.