I had just finished when myparents came in the front door. “Muffin, were home!” My mother called out from the livingroom, even though she ...nows I hate to be called Muffin.“What do you want for dinner?” I sat down on my bed andpicked up my book so that they wouldn’t see me limping.My dad stuck his head around the door.“Hello my girl, what did you do today?” he asked whilecoming into the room and ruffling my wet hair. “Your hairis wet. You. She moaned and so did I.My hands were working working ondrying her ass when I dropped the towel, spread her cheekswide and inserted a finger inside of her.My tongue was swirlingaround her cock, my mouth slowly working up and down hershaft which was getting bigger and bigger.Holding the top of my head to steady herself, slowly herhips started pumping in and out. I stopped twirling my tongue,relaxed my throat and took it down my throat all 8".It didn't take her long with my finger working in. It feels unbelievable. On Wednesday, I entered my mother's room after school and she was lyingnaked on her bed. She was tracing her fingers around her nipple andareola. That was the first time I had seen her even slightly touch her ownbreasts. "Hi mom." Hi honey. So what activity would you like to do today?" As I got naked, I kept trying to come up with a sexual activity for usto do. I was sure I wasn't willing to try actual intercourse again so soonafter my first colossal. Marge usually won three out of every four games we played and she was not the least bit hesitant about rubbing it in, but I enjoyed her company so I put up with the ridicule.It was a Monday night and Earl was on the road. Marge had invited me over for dinner and an evening of embarrassing me at the cribbage board and I walked in to find her dusting the top of her ceiling fan blades. She was standing on the top rung of a rickety ladder and when I walked into the room and said hi it startled her.