Mariana smiled as she looked out at her daughter tanning in the back, the auburn haired woman in her early 40's was a little thicker then her daughter, but her breasts were the same size, her green eyes looked over her daughters body quietly, and smirked as she heard her son coming home, for about a year now they had been having sex, the way she saw it it was a good thing, no pregnancy worries, not diseases, and she know they'll treat each other well, and be even closer then before, but recently she had been finding herself wanting something more.<br/><br/><br/>Her husband had been killed about 5 years previous and since then she hasnt gotten much in the way of sex, so she had been living somewhat vicariously throught the two, all her fantasies and kinks they would act out, often she might spy on them, but now found herself needing more then that, she wanted to be a part of it,  But still she felt strange, how would she suggest it? She sighed and went down to greet her son.<br/><br/>"hey your home late...out with a girl?" with a smirk she stood before him, curvy hips and perky breasts, today covered in a short jean skirt and black blouse "any...plays?" she asked, nodding backwards to tell him where Holly was.