On through the rest of the book she flipped, pointing out pictures of her and her friends. Tucked into the back of the yearbook were some loose photos… out-of-school photos, her goofing around with friends. When not at school, Mom had a penchant for big hair and tight jeans and skirts. In some photos, she’d be wearing heavy lipstick and eyeliner, holding a cigarette – looking tough and sexy as hell.
“Damn Mom, you were so cute! I bet you had all the guys asking you out.”
“Not really! I was pretty book-ish… quite shy actually.”
“Did you have… like – a boyfriend?”
“Yeah, well I mean – I only had two real ‘boyfriends.’ But the first was early-on and he didn’t last very long. The second was only pretty much toward the end of senior year. So there was a long stretch there in the middle where I was just… single I guess. But I hung out with friends, and I went on plenty of dates and stuff.”
“‘And stuff’?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Stop it – I was a good girl! Don’t believe everything you hear about Catholic school girls!”
“Like what – that you know how to give the best head?”
“Oh my God!” Again, she playfully pushed me – but this time, she pressed her tits against my arm. “You are so fresh today! Maybe I should have sent you to Catholic school – teach you some discipline!” Again she made a whip-cracking sound and laughed.
“Damn – I wish I went to school with you back in the day, Mom!”
“You’re so funny. Why? Would you have asked me for a date?”
“I totally would have asked you for a date – absolutely. You were so damn pretty, Mom! And you still are – I mean, even more-so now – but back then – damn, so hot…”
“Shhhh,” she said playfully, “don’t hurt yourself.” She leaned back a little, looked me up and down, and said, “I would have dated you too, Honey. I would have loved to have dated you.” Suddenly, the word ‘Dated’ seemed charged with extra meaning.
“Me too, Mom… I would love to have dated you… I’d have dated you… so hard.”
In the span of a breath, her expression went from confusion to shock, and then to bemused outrage – as she once again pressed against me and pushed in jest. This time her right leg ended up draped across my lap. The underside of her thigh – resting against my engorged bulge.
“Well, I would have dated you too Baby… so very hard. All night long…”
She smiled a naughty little smile, looking me in the eye. Then her eyes shifted around the room and fixed on our reflections in front of us. Opposite us, was a closet that had two mirrored sliding doors. She and I – and the entirety of her bed – were reflected in those mirrors.
“We would have made a good looking couple,” said I.
“We sure would have, Baby.” Mom was looking at our reflection, her eyes roving hungrily over both of our visibly aroused bodies.
“Your body is so fine, Mom. I bet you’d still fit in your old school outfit,” I nodded at the neatly folded bundle of clothes in the box next to her.
“What my uniform? Oh get out… You think?”
“Most definitely. Why don’t you try it on.”
“Well, see – now you got me wondering…”
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