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... took our attention from each other to look, seeing my mother bent over with her head under the hood of her own car. With her forearms down by the engine, feet spread to a little over a foot apart, she appeared to be working on it, or at least had been, but now she was looking back at Gigi with a surprised smile as he slowly hiked her skirt in back. She voiced something as though in warning, a funny, humoured look of desperation in her features. Dawn moaned a little, Carrie's breath sighing out against my shoulder as the back of Mom's panties came into view. Above the solid white crotch, heavily weighted with her pussy lips, they were completely see through and they made her already perfect behind look spectacular. Gigi certainly seemed to think so, and so did Dick as he stood about ten feet away, staring with the same great admiration that his dark friend was. I couldn't believe this. I couldn't believe some guy would actually do that to my own mother, couldn't believe that she didn't stop him, interview or not, and had actually smiled with tolerance for it. Maybe there was something she couldn't let go of under the hood? Maybe I'd misjudged her? Maybe I should have more closely examined a possible underlying reason for the stack of trash novels she'd gone through and stored in the room that used to be Dad's 'man cave'? Bent over the way she was, Dave, who was still leaning under the hood from the opposite fender, had a great view down her blouse and was certainly taking the ...

... opportunity to enjoy it. "Well, the interview seems to be going pretty well so far," Carrie discerned. With her dark chuckle, Dawn agreed, adding, "She's got a fuckin great ass." In an odd moment, I felt a sudden, strange excitement over what was happening out there. It was like that friendly competition with Kendra and Tiffany at the mall, but different. With them, it was a sort of dominance of attraction within the pack, but it was never personal. However, at Wheeling Auto Service, where I'd discovered a whole new and much more exciting dimension to the fun of attraction, I found myself vaguely enjoying the kind of attention she was getting. Was it because she was my mother? Was it because she was older and maybe knew stuff that I didn't? Or was it that the two of us, being so different due to age and body type, couldn't be compared any more than apples to oranges, thereby making it impossible to ever really compete with her the way I did with Kendra and Tiffany? No, there was no denying the powerful attraction to the scene beyond the window. It was as though we were watching it on screen, but this was way better than any porn could ever be because it was actually my mother, the person I knew so well (or at least thought I had) out there with her tush hanging out in relative public. Witnessing this had struck a chord deep inside me, pushing certain thoughts upward to crash through the ceiling of my known psyche to a place I never knew existed within myself. I wanted to see ...