One night Helen, Mandy's mother, came around to our flat. Then yet another violent argument broke out, this time between mother and daughter. It ended...with Mandy storming off. We later learned that she had gone into the bar at the Student's Union (our flat was on the edge of the campus), and had picked up a first year undergraduate. That night she slept with him, in his Hall of Residence, and she went on sleeping and living with him for several months.Well, dear reader, what was I to do? I had. Then you kneel, leaving the chair and keeping your fingers buried inside me. Your other hand lifts my sheer teddy a little so you can lick at my sex and suck me with your very skilled lips and tongue, fingering me as you mercilessly tease my clit. Mm, you know what you want, and it turns me on, knowing that I am being played by a master, a virtuoso performance on taut strings. I'm so hot now, the combination of fingers and tongue have brought me to a threshold, a quivering pinnacle of heat and. " Sorry, it is not going to happen."Mom told me that I had better consider many life changes. She did not holler, yet the deadly calm about her made me know I messed up big time.It dawned on me that the situation was a rather bad one. Mom was very nice, not getting mad about her son donning her clothes, cumming over her glasses and beaded chains. She told me some intimate things about herself, letting her hair down, telling me things she never would have, had she not seen what I was doing.The. "Dave is going out with his card buddies, won't be home til 10." I give you an uncertain smile. "Do we have time for a shower, then?" You hesitate, swallowing. "I guess so." We strip each other naked on the bed. You take a languorous lick at my labia as you remove my panties, eliciting a soft groan. "I haven't done that since before I was married." "I only did once in college." "Really? You were amazing." You grin. "I guess it's like riding a bicycle." You lead me away from the bed into the.