’ I told him a woman always has the option to change her mind. It was late when we headed south from the airport toward the lodgings Tim had booked...for us. It was an old resort made up of small private bungalows. He told me some of the celebrities who had owned these little villas at one time or another. The one we were staying in was owned by Oscar Hammerstein long ago. The villas were spread out around a hill overlooking a bay on the Caribbean. We stowed our carryons, which were all we. I sat down on the edge of the bed and took one of her feet into my hands. As I kneaded and massaged it, my mom sighed and relaxed even more. Now at this time if I lowered my head a little I could see up her lungi. It was already pulled up to above her knees, and was open from the side I could easy look up her waist from the side and if I lifted her feet while rubbing them, I might be able to get the lungi even higher. Then all I would have to do is take a peek. My mother must have been really. She doesn’t answer, instead her right hand comes around from my backside. She moves it between my legs, right up into my sex. She slides my panties to the side with ease. “Oh, yes you do, you can’t play stupid with me,” she giggles. Katie begins to slide a finger inside me, her thumb ghosting over my clit. She fucks me quickly, taking me to the beat of the song, which is now a fast one. It matches perfectly, I want to cry out in pleasure, but something is stopping me. I can’t breathe, she has. I knew he could do better. I knew he wanted more. I knew he did not want me at all. I knew there was going to be a lot of forgiving and it was going to be done on his part. He took my hand and was a ladder that lengthened me to the floor, and there was hardness in his voice, and we were a parabola around each other, magic circles enforced us, encased us, and protected us, and he whispered my name and made it sound like summer wind of a long childhood that was to last somehow forever, and I.