Becka didn't make any other comment through, so I didn't ask.The play itself was grand fun. This was a local production, not a visiting Broadway produ...tion. The stars were local, and familiar for the most part. The male lead, a full-voiced baritone named Gene Craddick had been a featured male lead in Kansas City musicals for as long as I could remember. His current co-star was a very lovely young lady whose name escapes me, but who had a fine voice herself and a lovely bosom, prominently. She’s still definitely mom for me, I don’t think of her as a ‘lover’, even when we are at the middle of it. I don’t immediately start thinking about sex when I see her, sometimes it doesn’t happen at all, and the whole thing proceeds like a normal visit with a relative. Let’s talk more about feelings.It’s difficult even for someone who has been writing fiction for decades to describe what real orgasms inside your own mother feel like. You feel so safe and warm and comfortable, and eventually it. Matt and I kissed deeply and he then grabbed my tit and started squeezing me. It drove me nuts to be kissing like a teenager and making out with Matt. I have to say, the stamina and strength Matt had was really amazing to me. We laid there kissing and him groping my boobs. I then felt what I guessed was Matt jerking off. As he kissed me deeply he started breathing harder. Matt then slide across my body and pushed his dick back deep into me. He felt so stiff and hard all I wanted him to do was. " muttered Jane Doe, not fully awake."Hm?" It's not so good," groaned Jane Doe."I didn't say 'good,' just 'morning,'" answered the Nurse."Are you sure?" Uh, yeah," she said, laughing a little and going about her business.Jane Doe yawned and stretched, asking, "so, how's your boyfriend?" I haven't got one," answered the nurse."Oh really?" chirped Jane Doe, "Well maybe when this is all sorted outand I get my life back, we can go out sometime?" I don't think so," answered the nurse, "I only date.