Like an oil painting. A single seagull caws, bobbing on the crystal sea. Behind me, a vibrant green jungle dotted with pinks and yellows. I must have ...ashed up in Paradise. I stand up, my legs buckle, and I strain to stay upright. The pain is almost unbearable as I run shakily into the sea, enjoying the feel of water cooling my legs and swirling around me. I look down at myself, and realise for the first time how ragged my clothes are And how alone I am… I staggered backwards and sat back on. Sure." Mom replied politely, a look of disappointment on her face. A part of me felt bad for her. She had clearly been left disappointed. On the other hand I felt as though she deserved it for cheating. Suddenly I realised Steve was leaving and I hurried back down the hall. I stepped in to the kitchen and hid. Steve walked past and out the front door. Next I heard mom's footsteps. She passed too and climbed the stairs. I heard the bathroom door close and the shower start. I sighed in relief. I. I looked at her , in her half naked state as she worked the long green veg in and of her sopping wet cunt in long slow movements her eyes never once leaving mine.I could hear the slopping noises from deep inside her cunt , as she lifted her stocking covered leg higer up the rough fabric of the chair , and leaned back exposing more of her delicious sopping wet pussy , the strokes grew shorter and more frenzied , her eyes half closed and rolling up into the back of her pretty head , her lips. Did you ... umm ... what did you think?" It was very arousing, Mom, except when Alan hit you. That looked like it hurt." I knew, of course, from our own play that my mother liked to be spanked. "I wondered if he was hitting you too hard." Oh Charlie, dear." She stopped and hugged me. "It hurt, but in a good way. Thank you for being worried. But, you know, your old mom is a little tougher than she looks."My arms were around her, and my hands slowly moved down to cup the luscious mounds snuggled.