I just pushed it inside and stopped, keeping it deep inside, knowing everything had now changed, that my mother was now my lover, my beautiful, sexy l...ver. Then I began moving back and forth as I finally felt what it was like to have sex. I now knew what everybody was talking about, what it was all about. The pussy was perfectly-made to give pleasure to a cock and vice versa."Oh, Mom, this is the best, omigod, it's what I've wanted so much." Hush, Ross, just be quiet and let's be happy," she. Maybe it could be cleaned. Those types of stains aren’t the type you want to keep around and reminisce about; just ask Bill Clinton!From behind me, in the direction of the bedroom, I heard Marilyn. “Carl? Have you seen my robe?”Ooops. No good deed goes unpunished. I went to the bedroom door and said, “I sent it to the cleaners.”“Well, what am I supposed to wear now?” she protested.I laughed and pushed the door open. Marilyn squealed in outrage and tried to wrap her towel around herself. I. Her petticoat and saree were totally disheveled. Her black panty was soaked with her cum at the crotch. Both her breast stood up on her chest with semi-erect nipples.Her left hand was resting on her stomach near her navel while the right hand was raised near her head. I got into the bed and sat on her right. Slowly I started caressing her stomach. She stirred a little and opened her eyes slowly.Tara: What did you do to me, Saab?Me: Relax Tara. It’s alright.Tara: It felt so good. I never. “Look, call him. I am going to head out, mom wants to go shopping so I can’t pass that up. I will call you later okay?” “Yeah okay,” I grumbled, rolling over on my bed and grabbing Brian’s card off my nightstand. “Call him,” she said one more time before hanging up on me, not allowing me the chance to argue it. I buried my head into my pillow and let out a small yell. I was so nervous. I was the worst at calling people and this could go all wrong. What if he did not remember me? What if he was.