Somewhere in this room was her bed. We cleared a space and sat down together. She wept as she lit a cigarette, shaking as she took each long considere... puff. Saying nothing, I sat and watched, clueless and speechless. She turned to me and said "I'm glad we did that. You opened my eyes to what I've been missing all along." I touched her arm and said "thanks" frightened to say anything else. She stood up, and asked me to leave for a bit, showing me into her lounge. Her friend Dee was sitting. I was looking close up at the most beautiful thing that I had ever seen in my young life. I started to put kisses all over her mound and then on her pussy lips. She had my head in her hands and she was guiding me around her pussy. Just like a man leads a woman around the waltz floor.We were in tune and she was humming. I started licking her from the bottom to the top. When I would hit her little nub, she would literally jump up off the bed. The more I hit the nub the louder and tighter she. She had worn a dress that night and as I followed her up the stairs my eyes fell right on the back of her thighs. I had never really had any sexual thoughts about my mother before, but between my natural tendency to sexualize every woman I saw at that age and I found myself focusing on her bare flesh and thinking about what was under her dress. I slowed my pace so that I could more easily watch her as she slowly made her way up the stairs. I tried to distract myself from leering at my own. One afternoon he pulled me into his study. "Lord Northam, I think you have fallen in love with my niece." Monsieur Arouet, I do not know, having never been in this state before. But I think that perhaps I am afflicted as you say," I said.He laughed, "Afflicted. Yes, that is love indeed. As I have said, I do not intend to marry as I do not want to lend by my acquiescence, support to a corrupt morality. But, many others are different. Perhaps Marie is different," he said softly. Then, as if to.