Dressed, refreshed and ready to hear Bill’s tale, I found the kitchen again, got my third ale and went looking for the great room. It was interconn...cted by a door with the living room and featured an area for watching video, a pool table and several chairs and a couch forming a conversation pit.Bill was seated on the couch when he began “Cindy is currently having affairs with five different men and more than a dozen since you two have been married. She had let her grasp on reality get so far. I found the records we had discussed and put one on the turntable, then sat on the couch and listened. Cool, sweet, jazz - I closed my eyes and drank in the sound. At some point in the first track she put a drink in my hand, and I sipped as I listened.The first track ended, and I opened my eyes to see her beside me on the couch. Somehow, taking her in my arms was the easiest thing to do, and when the second track began we just naturally rose to start dancing. Her hands drifted down to the base. "After firing up the monster TV, Beth and I settled into a couch to watch Rathbone and Nigel Bruce work their way through all the clues and nab the bad guy at the end—with appropriate comments from the peanut gallery, of course."I've always thought of myself as Watson," said Beth during one of the commercial breaks."Does that make me Moriarty?" I replied with my best Snidely Whiplash leer."Nah, you've got to be Sherlock." No, you've got to be Holmes—very analytical and dispassionate. I'm more. Take your finger and feel inside me."She knelt on the bed with her legs slightly spread and took my hand between her thighs. My finger poked inside her slit. She was right. Mom was more than just wet. Her moisture flowed down my finger onto my hand."That feels good, son," she whispered. "A girl likes that so don't stop right away."I continued to finger her hot pussy until she bent her tits over my mouth. "Something else a girl needs is to have her nipples sucked. It really makes her feel sexy.