Although it was a warm summer'sevening, I began shivering. I sensed total desperation in its plea.Something about that voice was hauntingly familiar. ... reached over andturned on my light. Suddenly the room fell silent. I actually got out ofbed and checked everywhere: under the bed, in the closet, out the window.Everywhere! I finally convinced myself that I must have been dreaming. Icrawled back into bed and turned out the light. I half expected the wholeepisode to play itself out all over. At thirty-seven, Marcie was younger and much sexier than any of Jay’s friends’ mothers. His friends had always said so themselves. Sometimes that bothered him, but it also made him admire his mother and feel proud of how good she looked. And she looked better than ever since he’d gotten back. She was on the thick and curvy side, but her body was firm looking and her skin smooth and well cared for. She wore her wavy, brown hair at a medium length, barely touching her shoulders. And while Marcie. Go feel up Amy, I'll be finished in a minute then you can feel me up all you want. And all I want."What an invitation. So, I went and sat at the table next to Amy and begin to suck her left breast and play with the right. She reached down and began to fondle my dick which was ready for a new day with these two seductive creatures.Amy spread her legs as I was caressing her breasts and I dropped a hand to play with her delightful pussy."Put a finger in, Adam," she whispered and I complied as any. He walked by the familiar pottery, paintings and statues to past rulers of Rome.The girl drew the curtains and admitted him to Clovia's bath. His mother was seated on a stone chair in the center of the pool of water. Two slaves washed her nude body with sponges from Africa, the softest known.She smiled in welcome. He knelt at the pool's edge. "Mother, I have returned as you so ordered me three long years ago."Clovia said, "I see you have become a man in your absence. I see muscles I did not see.