On nights when I was home early, I’d try to get him to eat. He’d refuse. He’d just lay there and drink, sulking and pining over Mom. Many nights...I’d hear him crying, but usually, that was after he was nine beers in and drunk. I often just stayed in my room. I’d learned my lesson. One night, he was making funny noises, and I thought he might’ve been choking.He was choking, alright. He was choking the chicken. He had a pair of Mom’s panties that I guess she had left in the laundry basket, wrapped. That's why she moved like a girl." I was a fucking teenager," I said. "I was fooling around." And now it's Charlie who wants to fool around. Why don't you give him akiss?" Stop it, Lilly. I'm not like that." I'll go," Charlie said. "I've caused enough problems." Shut up," Lilly said. "You sit your ass right there. You're our friend,and we're going to talk about this."Charlie sat down. He wouldn't meet my glare."So Katie is the girl in this fantasy?" Yes. She is. She was in the wedding dress.". So that left just mom and I alone in the house for a time until I headed off to my own part-time job later than afternoon. And though I had started closing my bedroom door, it had remained unlocked. So when the first wake-up tap came, I was feigning sleep as mom entered, calling out to me."Rise and shine sleepy-head, no time to dawdle ... I need to get the laundry done."I was naked as I slowly rolled out of bed into a sitting position, yawning and stretching, allowing mom to see me in all my. She didn’t mind in the slightest. I continued until my hands reached her sopping furry triangle. Her pussy was covered with an abundance of lube so I got a warm wet cloth and soothingly wiped between her thighs and her vulva sending little afterglow shimmers of pleasure through her body. She was still moaning from her fantastic ordeal that no matter what I did was just added pleasure and bliss to this afternoon’s session.She was dozing after her massage. I figured she was spent for today, so I.