Now Sylvia, if you know what is good for you, you will eat my pussy. Tommy can watch, but only watch.” Sylvia pleaded, “Mrs. Jones, I’m not bi o... lez. I have never done any thing like that. “I would be willing to bet you never sucked a cock before you started sucking Tommy, so you see my dear, there is a first time for everything,” Harriet said. “Like I said, get over here and start licking my cunt, if you know what is good for you and Tommy keep your fucking mouth shut,” Harriet said. Sylvia. "Oh, okay. Neither sounds appetizing. How about spaghetti?" Done," she replied. "Come over when you want."When I got there, a little after noon, and went in the back door, Mom was standing there waiting for me. She wore a pair of jeans and a soft pastel green cashmere sweater. Her hair was perfect, and she had done her makeup. She looked delicious. She came into my arms and we hugged - our new, full body hug, with me not trying to hide anything. Again, I was hard for her and, again, I didn't. Sophie's husky exclamation of delight at her husband's cock caused her breath to catch and her fingers to tremble as she lined up chopping board, knife and lemon. For a moment, she stood still and silent with her eyes closed trying to regain her composure. The sounds of a mouth hungrily feasting on spousal man-meat accompanied by his appreciative grunts and encouraging words echoing in her ears. Carefully she cut two slices of lemon, added them to the drinks, picked up the glasses and retraced. Could you believe it was my sister Janice? What timing, go figure, an alignment of the planets. I could not even begin to talk to her, so I took the sensible solution. I abrogated my responsibilities and chickened out.I handed my nephew the phone.“Here David, your mother wants to speak with you”I honestly thought David was going to pass out. I was willing to bet a sow’s ear purse to a Gucci handbag that he had never spoken to his mother while wearing panties and a skirt before.I left it to him.