Sitting down beside her son, she handed him a cone and giggled when he licked a blob of cream off her left breast."They were all looking at you mum" M...mm, I know" she laughed, "I think I made a few of them uncomfortable" I think you've made a few pussies wet too mum!" Nice thought" she said softly and smiled innocently at the expression on his face."Did you just say, nice thought mum?"Looking at him from under lowered eyelids, the randy woman took a long slow lick of her ice cream, it was. Molly just kept quiet. Did her mother know that Beth was that way inclined? Would it shock her to know that? Molly pondered the thoughts; the more she thought about it, the more she came to the conclusion that it should be right to tell her mum. After all, her mother did all those things too. But then, Beth had said to keep things between themselves, their little secret and all that.“Mum, there is something, I don’t know whether-”“Molly, since when do we keep secrets in this house. Do you have. “Really? Can I do it again?”“Yeah, definitely, hey, I get to ask you now.”“Right, sorry. Tell you what, you can ask two….truth.”“Did you masturbate in the shower?”I turned beet-red and looked out the window. I figured he had to have heard me, I just didn’t want to believe it. “Yes,” I finally answered. He nodded knowingly.“Truth or dare,” he asked.“Dare,” I answered, wanting to avoid another question like that.“Take off your shirt.”“What?!” I asked thinking I heard wrong.“I dare you to. After maybe 10 minutes of this, the outside door to the kitchen opens, and in walks Leslie’s daughter, Lily, a 33 year old mother with a killer body, about 5’-6”, curvy ass and D cup boobs. She’s one of those mothers who lets the c***d decide when they don’t need to nurse anymore, and after 3 years, she was still nursing. She dropped the bags she was carrying on the counter, and then saw me. I was frozen, not knowing what to do, sitting in a chair wearing a pair of her mother’s panties, with.