She was already more relaxed as we continued our conversation. I found out that she had downed several shots of Tequila before ordering the Margarita....Near the end of the evening she was feeling a little tipsy and started loosening up. She started kidding me about not having any female company for a while and that I must have quite a load built up. “Naaa, that’s why my right hand is so strong” We laughed.I saw a look from her that I had never seen before. She kinda scrunched her eyebrows up and. "I want you to stand there side on to my full mirror' she ordered, "oh you need to be barefoot too and might be best to take off your jeans too." Really?" I asked, "why?" Really, really," she said excitedly, "We have loads to do so please don't dally "Seconds later I was stood in the middle of her room in just my tshirt and boxers. She stood directly behind me and balanced a book on our heads. "What the heck are you doing?" I asked. The book fell as I moved to look."Keep still,"she ordered and. I started sliding my cock almost all the way out before pistoning it in all the way back in. I began to work up a steady rhythm and knew I would soon blow my load. I felt Marge force her hand between us and thought for a split second she was trying to push me off. On the contrary, the lusty bitch was rubbing on her clit again in time to my thrusts.‘You horny bitch!’ I smiled, ‘Don’t you ever get enough?’‘Never enough of you, baby’ she hissed through. But a full three minutes early, at 9:17 p.m.During those intervening minutes I made one last phone call to a retired NASA astronaut still living in Houston. Mom had his phone number in her head memorized and she even dialed the number for me and made the brief introductions, and until the phone went dead in my hand about fifteen minutes later I was at least now able to speak with the man who had sired me, my real father. We didn't have long to speak, but Lucy was right. He was indeed proud of.