‘Maybe it’s the romance novel. It’s a story about a babysitter who sits for a widower. They fall in love, of course, and the sex is hot…’ He... hand traced across her thigh, as her other leg lifted as she leaned into me more. ‘It is a fantasy of probably every college girl. To have a husband and a son, but not really have any of the responsibility. You know, just to play. Like, for me to pretend that we’re married, that we just put our son down for a nap.’ I sat there, a lump in my throat, hands. "So what's pretty about me?" Mom asked with a flattered grin."Well, I don't know...you're just beautiful." I answered."We've established that much, silly boy. What's beautiful about me?" She asked."Well, um...you have a pretty face..." I confessed."And?" Mom asked."You have a great body." I said."Okay, and what's so great about my body." Mom smiled proudly. "What are your favorite parts?" She asked."I don't know...you have beautiful legs." I said.Mom pulled the covers up over her milky-white. . when I propose to you ... you'll know it," I grinned.That got me a huge, wet kiss and a very sensuous hug."Let me get out of here before the kids wake up," I said. "I'll come back this afternoon. Is three o'clock okay?" Why not two?" she smirked."I'll be here as soon as I can," I laughed.I hustled through my usual Saturday routine and grabbing some extra clothes and my Dopp kit, I set out for Lakewood and Mary's home."Nice timing," Mary greeted me. "The children are playing with their friends. As we already ate our dinner, he asked me if I wanted to play some cards. I said okay and we played cards for 40 minutes. While playing, I was surprised to notice that he was staring at my breasts thro my nightie and was trying to touch my fingers while playing. I found this surprising and awkward. After that, I started yawning and we both agreed to go to bed. He wanted to turn off lights completely, but I kept a night bulb on.Then, I dropped into the bed, turned my face away from his side and.