I can still hear Momma talking extra quiet and calling me Mathew while reaching up to wag her finger in my nose when I done something wrong. Her being...extra quiet was always a sure sign.I spend time working at my daddy's garage – just off the highway across from where they built that brand new Dairy Queen. Often I find myself standing outside looking west toward the Blue Ridge. Just standing there, not thinking about nothing. Just standing. At first Daddy would give me hell to get back to work,. His hands started playing with my boobs.Today he was more excited. His cock was already very hard and stiff and poking me.Monica was just sitting on the coach. Hubby just pulled me and we both sat on the same coach where Monica was sitting. Hubby was now excited and so was I. He started removing buttons of my blouse one by one and soon pulled my boobs out. He started fondling my boobs with both his hands. Monica was looking at all this. She too was getting heated up.Hubby took my right hand. It was getting very wet from her juices and she was vocalizing her pleasure. I suddenly removed my hand from her pussy and started ravishing her breasts on the outside of her top. Sliding my hand under the material, I placed it upon her left bra cup and squeezed the fleshy contents hard and rough. I then slid my hand under the cup and pulled it off of the breasts onto her chest, exposing them both to my hungry assault with my mouth. My removed her top, taking the bra with it as she assisted. “How is she, dear?” Martha said, “I always liked Christy. Such a sweet girl.”“She’s doing well. She has her own apartment downtown, she’s gotten a job as a dancer with the Met.”“Well, I am impressed.” Martha said, “To be self supporting at her age is no small thing, and as a professional ballet dancer! You should invite her over for supper.”That one nearly got me; I grabbed my napkin to wipe the shock off my face.“She’s an ex-girlfriend, Martha.” I said, “Don’t you think it might be a bit.