My mother lay down on the bed with her legs apart“Come lick your mam”I didn’t need to be asked but I now know that’s what she wanted as well, ... started at her foot kissing ever so slowly up her leg feeling her soft nylon covered legs on my lips. Now I was kissing her soft bare flesh hanging over her stocking top, her hands now on my head pushing me on to her.I smelt our sex as I moved on to her lips, all puffy and swollen as I licked along them. I could feel my mother’s fanny moving, it just. As I moved my fingers, I could feel the hard edge of her nipples, she was definitely aroused. We toasted some marshmallows and sat cuddled together as the storm raged outside. Soon Amelia was asleep against my legs and I felt torn. Part of me wanted to wake her up, throw her against the wall and give her a good, hard fucking. It had been too long since our erotic encounter under the waterfall. I knew I had responsibilities as part of the volunteer rescue league through the resort. Making up my. Just before I left his office I released a rather pungent and very personal fragrance that seemed to meet with his approval? The rather shy and quiet little girl who started work at the shop straight from school was no more?My love for books changed into something a little strange? I was allowed to take home the books which were donated to the shop but were not suitable to be sold. Over a period of several months, I had about 350 of them in my little room. I knew that things were spiraling out. I'll tell her; I promise. I won't let her hear this from anyone else. But she'll take it better from me instead of you. Do you understand?"I sighed, putting my forehead into my hand for a moment before rather wearily standing up straight and giving my sister a frustrated look. "At least tell me she's getting better."Brooke's wince was answer enough. "She's still losing weight. Practically a skeleton now."I grimaced and shook my head. "I wish there was something I could do."Brooke nodded. "Me.