I slyly looked through the window high in the bathroom wall. They were just starting to undress each other. They were taking off their teeshirts and b...rmuda shorts as well as their white and pink cotton panties. They both displayed their v-shaped unshaven pussies. But then something new happened. Carol sat down on the white toilet as if to relieve herself before getting the shower. No one does that. We all piss in the shower when the water starts flowing on our naked bodies. But she sat down.. She took my hand and led me to the bedroom. She asked me to stroke her and she stroked me. She looked deep into my eyes and I looked deep into her eyes. I realized that she wanted to fuck me as bad as I wanted to fuck her. She read my thoughts and said yes I always wanted to fuck you and make you happy but didn’t have the courage to do so.She was moist and her juices were flowing , her head was resting on my shoulders and she was biting me and scratching my back. The first waves of orgasm were. ‘You must be Joshua,’ the man said, extending his hand. ‘You must be Harry,’ Joshua replied, noticing the firm hand shake and the specks of gray in the man’s otherwise black hair. The two were almost the same height. The older man wore wire rimmed glasses, and his clean shaven face looked tanned, as if he had come from a warm claimant. There were thin lines in his cheeks that resembled dimples when he smiled. ‘I would have hung around to meet you, but Peter said that I had better get down. "Uh Mom," I had to try anyway.She looked up at me with her sad eyes. "What Honey?" Well, could we at least fool around a little?" She gave me a look like I had just peed in her tennis shoes and walked away. I shrugged and sat down to eat breakfast. Hey, I was hungry.I guess I better tell a little about why there was just Mom and me in out house. Mom's dad started to fuck her when she was nine years old and never stopped until she left the house to go to college. They were the standard Mormon.