There was a lightness to my spirit as I drove down the highway towards the Carmel Highlands. Everything seemed to be getting better. Yes, my wife was ...one. Yes, my mother was gone. But I had my home. I could start over. I could make it all work.The road became windy, and I finally was forced to turn on my lights in the deep fog of the crisp morning. The road ran along the ocean, dropping off sharply not fifteen feet from the barrier. The fog made the ocean indistinct, but I could hear the crash. “It’s wonderful to see you,” mom said.“It’s nice to be seen,” I responded trying to be witty.“You know Janice,” Stuart said. “You remind me of my mother, which must be why I like being here for whatever reason.”“That is so sweet of you to say, thank you,” she said to him.“Well, I am going through all the paperwork from when we moved in there ... fortunately, our fireproof three drawer file did its job, I got everything out of it before Ken and his people cleared the site. Come by after school. " Only God and I knew I much I wanted the same. For her to have her way with me right there in that public place. So I took her bait and I whispered back "I would love that." That was all she needed to hear. She slid her hand up my thigh, under my skirt and into my panties. I'd worn my sexiest pair for her. She was kissing my neck, and rubbing my clit. Shocks went through my body as I experienced my own personal nirvana. She leaned over and whispered to me "Time for my fine dining. I'm so. If you are old, you sure look as young as the girls I see walking to the college, as the bus driver drives past them, and you still, look far hotter than they do too."I noticed that mom was breathing heavy again, like she was doing when we finished kissing the last two times we French kissed, in the living room on the couch.When I touched mom's clit with my finger, "Ohhh, that's it Joe, rub right there, oh fuck, you do that so good. Rub down and stick two fingers in, then come back to my clit,.