I took a fewdeep breaths to try to compose myself. My face felt hot and I assumed itwas from blushing, but then again, I began to realize embarrassmen...wasn't the only thing I was feeling. I slipped my hand into my pantiesto feel myself, and I was moist with arousal to say the least. I was wetin fact. I slipped a finger inside myself and felt for the first timethat Dr. Kwan had been right, I was a lot bigger down there. Withpenises out there now like the one Lisa had, that was probably a. I'm not the only son screwing his sexy mom these days. Where the hell do you think they got the term "mother-fucker" from, anyway? Almost a year has passed since that delightful afternoon when I discovered that a middle-aged woman has the experience and the desire to show a young man around the bed in ways that a younger girl could never dream of. The fact that the middle-aged woman in question was my own mother certainly didn't bother me if it didn't bother her.We stripped each other quickly. I finished my smoke, and thought fuck it, this is it.After getting out of the bath I went into the bedroom, my clothes still out from earlier. A quick shuffle through, I found my favorite Basque, thong ad some stockings. Found a nice short & tight dress and picked out some shoes. While I was getting dressed I could feel myself shaking with nervous excitement and anticipation. Once dressed I checked myself in the mirror, straightened my dressed… this was it! Hardly believing what I was about to. She scooted to the center and sat demurely on her knees, her legs folded beneath her.I put my hands on the canvas-covered edge, gave a strong scissor-kick to propel myself upward, and hoisted myself onto the raft. Once I’d gotten my balance, I ran both hands through my hair. I slung the water off them and turned to look at Gina.She was staring at me, open-mouthed, with an expression I was gradually becoming familiar with. She shut her mouth with a clomp and I actually heard her gulp. Although I.