I headed downstairs and sat in the kitchen, watching my mother finish making breakfast. I was contemplating what to say. I knew I wasn't going to lie ...o my mother, but I felt that some omissions might be acceptable. My father had died three years ago, so it was just me and my mom against the world. I never lied to her, and I think that she was always honest with me as well. We had a good relationship, and I hoped that this would not strain it.My mom put food in front of me and prepared a plate. I put my arms around her waist as she closed the gap between us. I felt her breasts and tummy squash against mine; her breath close to my mouth."There," she said. "Isn't that better?"Her fingertips were tickling the back of my neck; a place she knew was one of my hot erogenous zones. I slipped my fingertips underneath her skirt so that I could feel the soft skin at the base of her spine. Beth arched a little as I hit one of her special zones."Unclip me," she said, closing her eyes.I moved my. As John watched through the gap and Anita looked down over the back of the seat, a pile of clothing appeared at Caroline’s feet, first her designer jeans, then a flannel shirt, and finally a lacy white brassiere. Finally, she slipped the boots back onto her bare legs and zipped them up. “There!” she exclaimed, half-turning in the seat to face the audience.“What in the world?” asked John.“Just getting comfortable,” said Caroline. She slowly unzipped the coat and pulled it open. Beneath the. ”“Do you like to have your pussies sucked?”“Shit, yeah.” They both answered. “Do you like to suck pussy?”“I love pussy ... makes no difference if I’m sucking it or fucking ... I love pussy.”“I’ll bet you’re good at it too if you’ve fucked thirty girls.”“Well, I’ve never been told to stop once I started.”“You’re funny ... let’s go swim. Do you want to touch our titties? We’ve got some nice ones, don’t we?”“Yeah, but all three of my sisters have bigger ones than yours.”“Wow, they must have big.