They both took turns washing me and my aching cock and balls. I washed them and thrilled to the sight of them washing each other a bit."I love you." I...told my mother and kissed her deeply. Then I turned to Marianne. She wore a panicked, but hopeful expression. I realized at that moment that, "I love you too. I love you Marianne." She was doing her best not to cry and masked it by grabbing me and kissing me so hard it hurt. Mom hugged us tightly."I do too, sweet girl. I do too."An hour and a. No Ego filling Machoism from the coke, no just a simple buzz from the vino. I needed a refill, toppled the bottle upside down and hoped she’d catch it. I now had a raging hard one as she walked towards me so I remained cross legged half pretending to get up as she got close. I would have probably done one of many things to her there and then on this small round Carrera marble looking coffee table if I was hopped up on the above illicit favorite narcotics of mine. Not that I am such an a****l. I could feel the dissatisfaction from where I was. And that was outside her bedroom with a raging hard on. What if she got up - fuck - what would I do. And then my worse nightmare was realised, she did just that. I heard her push him off and get out of bed. Shit. Blind panic ran through my veins. I just bolted into the front bedroom. Hoping that I could hide there - that this situation would go away. She didn’t see me go in as she just went straight into the bathroom. I heard him. Start going out on dates sort of." Sorry Stef," I said, "It's what happened to me and to Mum that means we can't just do that." But Mum's pretty isn't she?" said Jan."And she's good and kind and loving," added Greta with a twinkle in her eye."Greta!" snapped Ann, "Give over, you know what's stopping us." Hey Greta," said Jan, "Tell us, what's stopping them?"Now it was Greta's turn to be discomfited."You wouldn't understand," she said."Tell us anyway," said Stefan, now curious."Well," she said..