The first was rational and to be expected by anyone in her situation, fear, the fear of the unknown, the fear of loss, the fear of being hurt.The seco...d was more of a Charlene thing. Anger, pure unadulterated fury. “Oh, fuck no..” She growled to herself, feeling the pit of fear condense down into a solid lump of red hot rage.Someone had had the gall to break into her home, invade her domain and worse still, disturbed her precious sleep.She moved to stand slowly, barefoot she inched silently. The hand wasn’t mine. I looked down to see Mom’s hand gliding over the outline of my cock under my jeans. I looked up to her face again.“I saw the reaction you had to me, Micheal” she whispered into my ear. ” I haven’t had a reaction like that since I was a college freshman.”Her grip on my cock tightened and my eyes closed at the waves of pleasure running down my spine. I was overcome. I didn’t know what to do.“You want to make it up to me?” I squeaked. She nodded her head. Then something came. I came out from my shower and saw the goddess wake up and stretch. We smiled at each other and blew each other a kiss.“Only 433 days until we get married, Claire-Bear,” I said to her.“So 434 days and 1 hour later—that’s when the ‘fun’ begins?” Claire responded.“What! You are not having fun yet, Claire?” I teased.“Well, you are right—I am having a blast dancing with you and having all of this time together, but you and I both know what happens in 434 days—Our Honeymoon, in Hawaii.”“With no. After I freed the rubber, I pulled up and carefully rolled it over him. I moved back up and climbed into his lap, holding his cock in one hand, guiding him into my slit. My hips rocked back and forth, working him into me, letting his girth stretch my tight, wet walls. After a few moments, he had sunk all the way inside of me. I worked my legs and started to pump my hips, riding him, letting my aroused pussy glide up and down on him. I continued to ride him eagerly until I started to slow down.