Stacey Wilson

had disappeared to her bedroom, probably to change from work. I was conscious she had realised where I had been – at Maria’s and had seen her rather cold stare. Emerging from her bedroom and entering our living room, she came and sat next to me on the sofa. She had shed her work clothes but still wore her stockings, but was braless under her light blue silk dress. Her breasts leaned comfortably against the fabric. She had recomposed herself and was now smiling at me. "Well Ian, been round playing with the cats today?" Said with a very teasing smile. Stuttering I replied, "Yes, sort of Mum." Not a good reply. "What’s that mean Ian? Sort of. Not hanky pankying with your Maria are you?" "No Mum, of course not. She’s too old for me anyway." It didn