He was looking down at her, his expression incredulous, but he didn't say anything.

"You need to deal with those urges," she continued, "but be careful. Some of those young girls can get you in trouble."

"You're trying to tell me something, aren't you?"

"Look, I took care of you for eighteen years. I can take care of you a little longer."

"Mom!"

That did it, she thought. Now it's time to deliver.

Rita reached back and drew the zipper on her dress down to the crack of her ass. She took the silk by the hem and drew it up over her head and tossed it aside. She stood before him in bra, panties, garters, sheer stockings, and high-heeled shoes.

"There, now. Don't I have as good a figure as most teenaged girls?"

He was silent for several seconds while his face turned red. She looked down at her own figure. Her legs were heavier than most girls, but otherwise she could measure up very well with the young ones.

His hands went to her waist, then slipped down on her hips. She turned in his hands and pushed her ass against him. There was nothing soft about the cock-bulge in his pajamas. She opened the hook in the front of her bra and pulled the cups away, letting her thirty-three-inch tits jut forward.

"They aren't as big as Mitzi's," she said, bringing his hands to cup her tits. "But they don't sag down, either."

Tommy's breath was hot on the back of her neck. He squeezed her tits and pinched the hardening nipples, each between thumb and forefinger. Her breath came with a gasp each time he rotated the nipples, sending a warm ache through her tits.

She turned to face his dresser mirror and said, "Take off my panties, honey… please."

He squeezed her hard tits one more time and ran his hands down to her waist, out on her hips, and into the waistband of her panties. He was looking over her head at the mirror as he peeled the thin nylon down, exposing her blonde-haired pussy.