My attraction to mature ladies...
On the website, she says she's thirty-eight. Well, that isn't precisely true. She's forty-four. But she's the kind of woman who can pass for almost any age she likes. I suppose she's what you'd call 'petite' – she's about five foot three in her stocking feet, and she's slim, with a trim, almost delicate figure. But she's rounded, as well: nice round breasts, round hips and one of those behinds that has a discreet swell to it - the kind you want to pat and stroke. But, although she's got a nice body, her face is her best feature. She has smooth, perfect skin and lovely, deep, intelligent brown eyes. And her face is framed by wavy brown hair that just touches her shoulders. That's what I was looking at now: my mother looking out of the picture, not smiling but looking direct and a little challenging - enticing me inside. Her look was understated, but it was all the dirtier for it. She looked like a woman who knew exactly what she wanted, and what she wanted was sex with a capital K-I-N-K.