“We, uh, visited the Kowalskis.”“And you needed a shower afterward,” I chuckled. “I’ll say you had a very good day.”All Mom could do was...giggle at that point. I figured I’d teased her enough so I went back to my room and got out the homework I had to get done. One Algebra worksheet later and Mom came upstairs to tell Dad and me that dinner was ready. Mom had whipped up something quick and easy, but it was tasty.Mom and Dad didn’t volunteer much about how their day had gone, but Mom had already. I rubbed it through his pants and it started growing and ran down onto his leg. This lump of dick in his pants was all i could think about. I hadnt even touched a cock in sixteen years and hadnt sucked one for twenty or so. I wasnt sure id even remember how to suck one or be any good at it. I dont remember what order things happened in but his cock ended up in my mouth, his hands up my pussy and his fingers doing the familiar flicking that always drove me wild. It ended with his cock. Mum woke up twice in the night in need of a pee, and both times I got her to drink some more water. I thought it might be good for her to chill out for a day or two, but more importantly, I wanted to find out how she would relate to me when she was sober. Would she still treat me as a lover, or as her son?Mum eventually woke about 10, and eagerly drank another glass of water. She looked rather bleary eyed, but perked up a bit after a shower. She didn't have a headache, so the drinks of. I just wanted to sail. As I drew near, I made out the name on the transom—it was the right boat. It was Linda and she was gorgeous.She stood about 5'4". Her red hair shone in the early morning sunlight. She was dressed in shorts and a blue top. Her clothes revealed an athletic almost muscular build, most appropriate for a woman I estimated to be in her early 40s. As I stopped at the boat, she turned and a radiant smile and twinkling blue eyes greeted me."Hello, are you Chuck?" Yes, you're.