Incest/Taboo The Mom Memories

Gently squeezing her throat, I tugged her head down closer the counter. Once there, I started moving my fingers slowly in and out of her again. When I was moving easily in her, several minutes later, I made a little extra push at the top of each thrust and twisted my hand a few degrees before withdrawing. Mom was moaning constantly now.

Suddenly, I pulled my hand away. Mom's ass, almost pathetically, strained back several times searching for her now welcome invader. Her thighs quivering from her need.

"Lorny ...," it was almost a wail.

"Let's go upstairs and get that baby oil, Mom."

She pushed herself upright and turned to walk out of the kitchen but she could barely stand, her legs were so shaky. I slipped my hands around her waist and lifted her. My cock was firmly lodged between her cheeks as I walked her upstairs. Waddling our way up, her cheeks rubbing up and down my shaft, proved too much for me. By the time I got her to the bed, I was desperate to get inside her.

"Where is it?" I cried frantically.

"What?"

"The oil?" I yelled.

"On the dresser," she yelled back, fling her arm toward the wall to my right, her voice muffled because her head was face down in the comforter.

I ran over to the dresser, knocking over several bottles of feminine products in my haste before latching onto an almost empty bottle of baby oil. Feverishly I ran back to stand behind my mother, still in place, knees braced against the end of the bed. Quickly, I squirted the rest of the baby oil into the top of her crack, pushing my cockhead between her cheeks to block its flow. I could feel the point of my cock insert itself into her softened hole as the oil flowed on its head. Right away, my cock burst through her ring embedding the head completely inside her bum.

"UGGGGNNNGGHHH, OHHHHHHH, LORNY, LORNY," Mom yelled. I'm sure the neighbors would have heard had her face not been buried in the bed.

The bottle dropped to the floor as I grasped her hips. Unable to wait, incapable of stopping, I pushed my shaft all the way in. She grunted, one long, huge grunt.

"Mom? Are you OK?" I asked when I was plunged fully inside her. "Mom? MOM?"

"Yesssss," she cried, twisting her head sideways, her red face now showing under her hair. "Move it ... MOVE!"

A little stunned, I pulled my cock out a little, then pushed back in. Despite her moans and grunts, not as loud now, I could tell she was OK and liked it, really liked it, I thought as I began to move faster and faster.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god," she kept repeating between moans and grunts. I couldn't help myself, the sound and feel of her sent me out of control. I banged her butt harder and harder. She just seemed to love it even more. I thought she could easily take all I could give and in that instant I gave it, all of it. I poured my seed into her ass.

She slumped forward as my cock softened and popped out of her ass. She crawled up onto the bed and spread her legs wide with ass raised up about a foot from the bed, her face turning back to me, hidden by the mass of her hair.

"Can you do it again?" she asked, not a begging voice, more like a demand. Her ass was moving, twisting up and down, her little pucker winking at me, waiting for it.

I didn't know if I could. Looking down at my wasted cock, I knew I couldn't. Not right away, anyway.

"We don't have anymore baby oil," I threw out in my defense.

"We don't need it," she cried, "just get in me."

"No Mom, I don't want to hurt you."

Exasperated but resigned, she said, "There's more in the bathroom downstairs, then."

Her voice followed me as I walked through her bedroom door, relieved at my reprieve, "Hurry, Lorny, hurry."

'Get up,' I silently screamed at my flaccid member, 'get up,' shaking it all the way down the stairs, trying vainly to trigger some life in it. I swung around at the bottom to the downstairs bathroom. Finding the baby oil right away, I slowly headed back upstairs, still trying to convince my cock to rise from the dead. As turned to go upstairs I got the shock of my life.

"Dad!" I exclaimed. "What ...,"

"We need to talk" Dad replied calmly as he turned to walk upstairs.
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The letter didn't end there so I didn't have to search for another, but I noticed action on the monitors. I hadn't seen anything all through the breakfast I had slept through and, though I was captivated by Lorne's story, I had been keeping an eye of the multiple view panel showing miniatures of each camera monitored by the system. Mary and my mother had been having a mid-morning coffee while Mary prepared my Dad's lunch and the latter had just left when Paul came in. This must have happened just a half hour or so before I came downstairs myself.

"Hi, Mrs. H," Paul cheerily greeted Mom as he breezed into the kitchen. "Have you seen my Mom?"

"She just went upstairs. You seem very happy this morning. Did you have an interesting evening?" Mom had a mischievous look on her face as she leaned back against the sink, exactly where she'd been the last time she had encouraged Paul to hold her breasts.

"Umm, it was Ok," Paul replied.

"Did you get to do anything new?"

"Sort of."

"Come here, Paul." Mom beckoned. "Come here and spill the beans to Mrs H."

Paul shuffled toward Mom coming to a stop standing in front of her, his head hanging sheepishly. Mom took his hands an placed them on her waist.

"Now, what happened? Don't be shy. We're confidants, you and I."

"I got to see her breasts," Paul mumbled. I had to rewind and play that part again louder to hear what he had to say.

"Weeellll," Mom drawled, "So she showed them to you so quickly did she?"

"Not really," looked guilty. "I pulled her robe apart when she was sleeping." I had to crank the volume again.

"Oh, you naughty boy," Mom laughed, putting her arms up to his shoulders and patting his back. She pulled his head down to rest on her shoulders. Paul's hands slipped around Mom's waist and he leaned into her as she patted his back. "You must have really wanted to see them to take that chance," Mom said. "Did she catch you?"

Paul shook his head. "She dozed off on the couch and I just undid her robe."

"Oh," Mom nodded, "she kind of fell asleep then?" I could tell from her voice she didn't believe it.

Paul nodded.

"Were they nice??

Paul nodded.

"As nice as mine?"

Paul didn't react at first, then pulled back and said, "I haven't seen yours."

"Didn't I show them to you?" Mom asked. Paul shook his head again. "Would you like to see them?"

Paul turned to look toward the stairs. Mom pulled his face back toward her. "She'll be busy for awhile. Don't worry. We'll be able to hear her." She started undoing her blouse but stopped. "That's silly," she said girlishly, "you know how to do this don't you?"

Paul nodded and took over. A moment later, he pulled Mom's blouse apart and stared at her breasts spilling out above her bra.

"She wasn't wearing anything," he said reproachfully.

"Wasn't she, now?" Mom's laugh rang through the kitchen. "Then you have more work to do, don't you?"

I could see Paul working away at Mom's bra. It took him a while but he finally managed to undo it and freed Mom's breasts. He held the bra out, marveling at Mom's tits hanging precariously from her chest.

"Do you like them?"

"They're bigger." Paul's voice was matter of fact.

"Did she let you touch hers?" Mom asked, her eyes shining with naughty delight.

"She was asleep," Paul again responded factually.

"And you didn't want to chance waking her, did you, I in case you got caught?"

"No."

"I'm not awake." Now Mom spoke plainly.

Paul balked.

"It's ok, Paul. I'm a mom too. Other girls might be afraid, or upset, but not moms. Go ahead, touch them." Mom's back bent backward, thrusting her tits up to him.

Paul's hands hovered over her breasts, then slowly floated down to rest on the swells of her tits. His palms settled on her nipples, slipping around to the sides and then slightly under to take the full weight of her breasts in his hands. Immediately, his thumbs stretched up to tweak her nipples from side to side, pausing to bend them down and then up before resuming his side play.

"That's nice, Paul. You've had practice before then?"

"No Mrs. H. This is my first time," Paul insisted.

"Call me Mom when we're alone like this. So you're a natural, then."

"A what? ... But you're not my Mom."

"Do you want to kiss them?"

"Can I?"

"Maybe. If you ask right?"

"Can I please kiss them, Mrs H?"

Mom didn't respond and when Paul tried to dip his face to her breasts, she held him away.

"Can I kiss them, Mom?" His face was already leaning forward. She didn't stop him.

"Ahhh, yes, that's right, like that," Mom's head was thrown back, her eyes closed. A few moments later, Paul's face was still busy on her chest when she spoke again, "Su.. ahhh, yesss, that's it, you already know ... yes, suck them, hard ... harder."

They weren't being very cautious. I could hear Paul sucking Mom's tits as he leaned over her, farther and farther as she leaned back more and more over the sink, angling her tits up into his mouth. She didn't seem to be controlling this situation very well. Her hands were running through his hair, rubbing his head, rolling it against her breasts.

Suddenly her feet opened and lifted up onto her tippy toes as she leaned to far back, losing her balance. Paul moved in, pressing himself into her. I could see his ass hunch as he shoved into her groin, rubbing up and down as he continued to suck.

Abruptly, Mom forced him upright as she straightened up, both of them panting hard.

"My god," Mom exclaimed, "whew!" Her face was very flushed and her nipples glistened with Paul's saliva as she looked down at the front of his pants. "I see you know how to work that thing of yours too."

Paul was also ooking at Mom's crotch. As she caught her breath, Mom noticed where he was looking.

"Did you see that too? Did she show you?"

"Her robe fell right open," Paul replied, simply.

"Uh huh," Mom said. "Was she naked there too?"

"No. She was wearing panties."

"But you wanted to see underneath, didn't you?"

"No. I didn't think of it?"

"Uh huh. Do you want to see what mine looks like?

"Yes, Mrs. H"

"What did I tell you?"

"Can I see it, Mom" What was this game Mom was playing? Was she trying to get him used to asking 'Mom'?

"Sit down," Mom commanded. She followed him as he backed up to a kitchen chair and sat down. Mom pulled her skirt up high, exposing her panties. "You can't just look at a woman's thing, you know. You have to kiss it. Do you still want to see it?"

Paul nodded.

"Then ask."

"Can I see it ... Mom?"

"See what?"

"You know."

"No I don't. What do you want to see?" Mom teased.

"That. Your ... Can I see your pussy ... Mom?" Paul cringed, as if he was saying a bad word.

"What are you waiting for? Pull my panties down."

Paul reached under Mom's skirt. His hands moved down and he just stopped, staring. Mom let him look, for a good, full minute. Then she raised her hands to his head and pulled him toward her, stepping forward as she did. She threw her head back when his mouth contacted her, rolling his head about like she'd done when he was sucking her tits.

"That's it ... that's good ... oh ohhh ohh ahhhh ughhh ohhh yeah, Paul ... wait, stop ... we can't, ohhh that's so good, ... stop ... don't."

Mom stepped back. It looked like she was trying to push his head away now. Paul fell to his knees on the floor, his arms circled around her ass, holding her to him. Mom stumbled back across the kitchen floor, Paul following, sucking her pussy despite her hands trying to pry him loose. They stumbled, and kneeled, all the way across to the kitchen until Mom was pinned against the cupboards.

I could see her trying to push harder, actually lifting herself from the floor. This was a mistake as Paul simply lifted her thighs and pushed her legs wide, off the floor. Mom was now at his mercy and his head really began moving under her skirt. She was moaning now, her head thrown back, abandoning herself to him, her hands flung back on the counter trying to hold herself up as his mouth savaged her chewed at her cunt. Finally, she went rigid, then slumped onto his shoulders. Paul pulled away and stood up, taking her limp form into his arms. He kissed her, looking very much like a grown man in full control.

He took Mom's hand and pressed it to the very large bulge in his pants. Mom broke the kiss, shaking her head. "No, Paul .. your mom is upstairs, she could come down any minute now." Mom looked frantically at the clock to emphasize her point. "And David might be around somewhere. This was crazy. Crazy!"

Paul continued to look her straight in the eyes. It was like looking at an ambiguous figure. One moment you saw this gawky kid looking five years younger than his age, and the next you saw this confident man with an enormous weapon in his pants, still holding my Mom's hand along its length. That's right. Mom hadn't pulled her hand off his dick despite her protests. Paul thrust forward, rubbing Mom's hand on himself as he did. Mom looked lost.

"Later," she cried, desperately. "I can't now. I'll help you later, I promise." Suddenly, their heads jerked toward the doorway. Mary must be coming. Mom looked back at Paul and smiled. He dropped his hand but Mom didn't pull hers away. She reached up and kissed him on his lips, her hand still gripping his penis. "I promise," she said, squeezing him, then turned and went out the back door, blouse and bra still undone.

I didn't listen to Mary and Paul's conversation which had also been recorded. I wondered, is this how Dad felt when he had worried about Mom flaunting herself in front of me? I felt sick, and jealous, yet driven by a desperate need to see more.

I turned back to Lorne's letter.
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I followed Dad up the stairs, like a condemned man trudging to his own execution. Numbly, I trailed Dad to his bedroom where he stood frozen in the doorway, staring at Mom, her ass still wavering in the air, her little hole winking, and her head buried in the pillow. She must have heard us.

"Come on, Lorne, hurry," her muffled, urgent voice drifted back.

Dad was in shock. I stood there, not knowing what to do, naked, still holding the bottle of baby oil. I cast my eyes at Dad, afraid to look squarely at him. He was still frozen but there was a look of anger growing on his face. I looked down at my hand, at the bottle of baby oil, as if it was a smoking gun. But there was something else. I could see Dad beside me. There was a big tent in front of his pants! Dad had a huge hardon, looking at Mom waving her ass, unaware that he was there.

"Hurry," Mom wailed, "come fuck me."

Dad's hands moved. He was undoing his belt, pushing his pants down, kicking his shoes off and stepping out of his slacks. He pushed his shorts down and straightened up, his cock lunging forward like a pole protruding from the prow of a tall ship. Silently, I held up the baby oil. Dad grabbed it without acknowledging I was there. He walked straight to the bed and clambered up behind Mom on his knees.

"Yes," Mom cried,her ass cocking up in anticipation. "What took you so long?"

Dad held his cock while he squirted baby oil along its length and then plunged into Mom's ass. He pushed straight in.

"OHHHHH owwww ohhhhhh," Mom exclaimed. "Easy, easy."

"I'll fuck you, you bitch," Dad shouted, and started banging into Mom.

Mom's head jerked around at the sound of Dad's voice, her eyes wild. "John!" she yelled.

"Take this," Dad yelled, pounding roughly into Mom's ass, her neck bouncing dangerously, twisted sideways still as she looked back at him in horror. "Is this what you want, you slut?"

I leapt onto the bed, kneeling down beside my parents.

"Dad ... Dad," I yelled. "Take it easy, take it easy, ... don't hurt her! Please."

Dad slowed, easing up. He turned to look at me. His eyes losing some of their fanatic glaze.

Mom straightened her neck. I laid my hand on her back, running it gently down to her neck. "Take it easy on Mom, Dad," I repeated. His pace slowed again and he looked blankly at me. "We have all afternoon, Dad." I stroked Mom's neck, "She'll look after us all afternoon."

Still looking at be with a blank stare, he seem to nod, turned away and quickened his pace but not roughly anymore, sinking into a rhythm. Mom soon started her sounds.

"Do me John ... do me." Dad's pace picked up a then a little more as she urged him on with her grunts and moans. My own cock hardened as I listened to her. She reached out and grabbed my tool. Dad looked down expressionlessly as Mom held my cock while he thrust into her behind. As he came in her she started jacking me and when he fell onto the bed beside her, she pulled me around behind her. I was in her in a second. I lasted longer than Dad - after all, it wasn't my first that day - but not much longer.

We all lay on the bed after, Mom on her stomach, Dad on our backs on either side. We must have fallen asleep. At least I did, because I suddenly became aware that Mom was jacking me off as she lay on her tummy. I raised my head and saw that she was doing the same for Dad. She got up then and moved over on top of Dad, pausing to insert his cock into her, probably getting to be on top for the first time in their marriage.

She started slowly but soon was really working on him. He seemed content to keep his cock pushed in her and to fondle her tits once in a while. When she had worked herself up so much I thought she was about to come, she leaned way forward onto Dad's chest, like a jockey on a steed. Looking at me for the first time, she whispered, "Come on Lorny, get behind me."

I was so slow to react that Dad looked over at me and Mom seemed about to repeat herself. I scrambled up behind her and slipped my cock into her well lubricated asshole. You should have heard her moan. I wish I could reproduce that sound for you but I can only do it in my head. I could actually feel Dad in her, moving, as I was. That was a really wild fuck. I lost track of all the grunts and moans and expletives. We fucked off and on into the night. There was no discussion or recrimination.

After that, we just swung into a new relationship. I think Dad was thrilled with the new sex and Mom loved getting fucked by both of us at the same time. It was almost impossible for either of us to satisfy her alone. I don't know what I'd turned on in her, but it couldn't be shut off, that's for sure.

When we went to Florida to visit my Dad's parents, we took a room right on the beach as usual. We usually dropped our bags and rushed over to visit my grandparents as they almost always knew exactly when we had flown in, and complained if we didn't show up within an hour. But this time, while Dad and I were unpacking our bags, Mom walked out of the washroom in an incredible swimsuit. It had a tiny stretch of material over each nipple, matched by a similar patch covering her pussy, and nothing but strings everywhere else. She walked past us to the open glass doors and out onto the patio.

"I'm going to touch the water before we go," she announced as she passed by us. Dad and I watched her saunter sexily across the beach, turning every man's head. Several old duffers stopped to stare at her and actually started following her back to our room on her return until they saw Dad standing in the doorway with me behind him.

Dad closed the door when she came back in and I could see how big his hardon was as he turned to follow her. Mom crawled up onto the bed and took her familiar position, face down in the mattress, ass in the air.

"Fuck my parents," Dad said as he stumbled past me, trying to get his pants off.

You got that right, I thought as I yanked my own pants down.

I woke late that night to the most incredible feeling. Dad was snoring on my parent's queen bed but Mom was in mine on top of me. She was holding her weight up on her elbows, brushing her lips on mine and her nipples across my chest. Her fingers were stroking my forehead and the side of my face and my cock was buried deep inside her, privy to the most delightfully soft, wet, pulsating muscle you can imagine. As she pulled up, she squeezed my shaft all the way, twisting her hips to maximize the exquisite feel as I slipped through her wet tunnel.

"Are you awake dear?" she whispered.

"Yes," I answered, whispering too. "God, Mom. That's fantastic."

"I wanted to give you a special memory."

"I won't ever forget this feeling."

"There more," she whispered, even more quietly. She cocked her hip to the side a bit and pushed down on me as far as she could go. "That's where you started, Lorne. Right up there." She gave her hip a little extra shove to emphasize where she meant.

"Mom," I said, "I know I was adopted. I couldn't have started there. I love you. You're the only Mom I've ever known, or want, but I know you're not my birth Mom."

"You're right," she said, resuming her slow milking fuck, "you were adopted. You know what your grandparents are like, how religious they are. Well, they were mad because your Dad was their only child and he said he wasn't going to get married and have kids because there were too many in the world already. We thought like that back in those days. He was going to live in a commune. But then he did it."

"What ... did what?" I could barely get out two words as a time, she was making me feel so good.

"Your Dad met me and got me pregnant, but he didn't want to admit that he'd done that when we weren't married so we got married and he tole them we had adopted you because a friend was going to have you aborted otherwise. It made him kind of a hero to them."

"So Dad got you pregnant ... with me?"

"That's right. This is where you came from." Mom pushed right down on me again. I could feel that I was very deep in her. She squeezed her pussy on me and twisted her hips again. "I am your real Mom, baby."

I was in shock. I had been convinced that I was adopted. Mom pulled slowly off me, right out, and hovered above the tip of my cock.

"Is it still ok, baby? Do you still want me?"

"Ohhh, Mom. Yes, yes." I put my arms around her, hugging her, flooding with emotion as her sheath slipped once more over my cock, where it belonged, resuming its excruciating squeeze down my shaft. I'm the luckiest son in the world, I thought. When I was deep in her again, at my origin, I felt the tears flow onto the side of my face. Seconds later, she began her slow, teasing withdrawal.

"Fuck me, Mommy," I cried.
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I was floored. What a lucky son he really was, I thought, as I tossed the letter onto the desk. I swung my feet back to the floor and glanced at the screen to check the cameras before heading out to see how dinner was coming. I just caught Mary taking a tray from Paul with Dad's dinner on it. Mary usually fed Dad a half hour before we ate, so I knew dinner would be ready soon but I still had time to read another letter, except that I didn't really want to. I felt I owed it to Lorne's story to give it a little time in my mind. Then I saw Mom enter the kitchen as soon as Mary was gone.

Paul was still standing by the counter where he'd passed the tray to his mother not a moment before. Mom walked straight up to him and plastered her palm right onto his crotch, rubbing up and down several times before undoing his belt. I scrambled to turn up the sound.

"... keep my promises." Mom pulled Paul's belt apart, unzipped his pants, and pushed them open. She fell to her knees, tugging his undershorts down in the front to his thighs, freeing his cock and balls.

"Oh, my. Paul!" Mom gazed at this semi hard tool. He had big balls and an ordinary sized cock but the head was disproportionately large. The shaft was a little thicker to support the huge head but it wasn't any longer than normal.

"I know. It's ugly."

"No no. It's different, but it's not ugly." Mom petted his cock and it straightened under her encouragement. As it lengthened, the true size and heft of his cock head became apparent. It was perfectly formed, a prototype. "Has Mary seen this?" Mom asked.

"No. Not since I was little but it didn't look like this until I was older."

"Oh, you have to find a way to show it to her." Mom stroked his shaft, swirling the fingers of her other hand lovingly around the big head. "She'll love it, believe me."

"Really?" Paul asked, "For real?"

"Yes, baby." Mom brought his cock to her mouth, her tongue flicking out to tease it, tickling underneath and then circling the whole head.

Mom cautioned him, "Don't try to put it right in my mouth, Paul. It won't fit." She swirled her tongue around him and then opened her mouth, slipping it over the tip as far as the could. She couldn't get the whole head in, but she came close. She moved her head back and forth a bit, the hollow in her cheeks showing that she was sucking him, and I could see her tongue working underneath. She pulled off with a wet popping sound.

"You need a woman with a big mouth, sweetie, to take this thing." I was shocked again as Mom spit on his cock before plunging her mouth over its head again. She worked on him longer this time before pulling off.

"You need a woman with a huge smile, like Julia Roberts, or Cameron Diaz," Mom said before gobbing on his cock and covering the head again. Paul tried to push into her mouth, but there was no way. Mom let him grab her head and hold it on his cock, but only for a minute before pulling away.

"You can't, Paul. You're too big." Mom was jacking him while she talked. "I'd love to but you're just too big." She reached up and fondled his balls with her free hand. "Ooohh, you've got a lot saved up in these, don't you?"

Paul nodded as Mom tickled his nuts. I could see he loved the way she was jacking him, but he also wanted to get back in her mouth and was trying to push it back there.

"You want back in, don't you?" Mom teased. He nodded his head rapidly up and down.

"Ok, but you have to do something for me." Paul nodded again.

"I want you to show this to Mary."

Paul looked uncertain.

"Do you want me to suck it some more?" Paul nodded, but still looked confused.

"But I don't know how ..."

"Find a way, if you want me to suck you again, find a way."

"I'll try."

"No Paul. You have to do it. I'll let you come this time but never again if you don't do what I ask."

"Ok. I'll do it."

"Promise me. We keep our promises, remember."

"I promise, I promise." Paul looked desperate. Mom had let him get his cock half an inch from her mouth, blowing on him, but despite his lunges while they talked, he hadn't been able to get it in.

"Ok Paul. Think about your Mom. Picture her face and her beautiful, big smile."

Mom spit and pulled his cockhead quickly into her mouth, jacking his cock. Paul was breathing loudly, gasping, almost moaning, his hips jerking as he tried to fuck into Mom's mouth. Mom fell back onto her elbow, pulling her head back and off Paul's cock.

"Oh, baby, you're almost there already, aren't you? Exciting, isn't it? Thinking about getting your cock into her mouth?"

Paul had followed Mom down to the floor and was trying to push his cock back into her mouth.

"That's right, Paul. She's your mom. Her mouth was made for you. You need it."

Mom spat on his cock, but this time she didn't immediately take him in. She spoke as her spit drooled off his cock, already covered in bubbly saliva.

"I'm going to let you come this time, but only if you call me mommy. Say it."

"Mommy," Paul said.

Mom spat on his cock again.

"Mommy."

She spat on it again and pulled it to her mouth, falling flat on the floor.

"Mommy," Paul cried, pushing his cock rapidly at her mouth.

Mommy!" he cried again, straddling her chest and fucking at her head just managing to get the tip into her mouth.

Mommy ... mommy ... MOMMY!"

Paul's hips were jerking. I couldn't see Mom's face. He stopped, held still for a minute, then stood and walked toward the back door, pulling up his pants.

Mom lay there. The floor around her head was splattered with come and there were shots on the cupboard behind her. Still, her face was covered completely in the creamy, white stuff. He must have been like a hose when he let loose.

"God," I heard Mom say. She laughed, "God," and laughed again, but she still just lay there without making any effort to get up. Then her hand moved, down to her crotch. She grabbed at her skirt, bunching it up and pulling until she could reach underneath. Her hand cupped her panties, her finger slipping down along the length of her pussy. She began rubbing herself. Minutes later, she came. Only then did she get up, turning to lean over the sink. The faucet turned on and she began splashing water on her face.

She was drying her face with a dish towel when Mary came in, carrying the tray with a partly emptied plate and an empty glass.

"Did you hear Paul calling me?" she asked.

"Yes, Mary. I think he's waiting for you downstairs. He said he didn't want to eat upstairs tonight." Mom was still patting her face, hidden behind the towel. "He said he wanted to be alone with you."
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