I felt my skin turn red – no, redder, since I had been blushing since Mom let her dress fall to the floor. "Sure, Mom," I replied, sitting down on the edge of the bed, my eyes traveling back and forth between her face and her full, still very firm breasts – her nipples hard and swollen. Mom's nipples weren't as big as Rosalita's, but they were much longer.

"Well, the one good thing about tonight was I found out that this older woman can still get plenty of attention," Mom said matter-of-factly.

"Oh yeah?" I said, not really sure I wanted to hear this.

"You betcha! I bet I...