He was sprawled atop her now, kissing her hungrily as his hands moved over her chest, but I sensed in his urgency that he wasn't a practiced lover, th...t in his haste he'd never fully satisfy her.I heard Sam rise and come towards the window, saw her finally see the scene below and glancing at her quickly saw the surprise flash across her face when she recognized her sister. "But..." she mumbled, "Why's Izzy doing that... ?" And then I saw the blush spread across her cheeks as she looked over at. 'Sit on the bed beside him Jo', she suggested, 'he won't bite'.I did as she bade as she pulled screens around the bed where we were, until they were closed and cocooned us.I felt a little uncomfortable sitting there on the edge, as if trying to understand mother's thinking. The old man had eased himself closer to my body and I could feel him press against my hips, with a slow rhythmic pushing.Mother saw my discomfort and immediately suggested I talk to him and tell him my secrets, her eyes. I kind of thought it would be a kind of big orgy. So I said I'd be there after I sent the pics of myself and saw some of the people that would be there.I drove up and parked. There were maybe six or seven cars on the street, but no real concentration in front of the house. I walked up and rang the doorbell. I could hear music playing. It wasn't loud, which I liked. The door was answered by a guy in very casual dress. Shorts and a t-shirt. He wasn't super cut or fat. Just average. He. I looked at my mother in wide eyed disbelief. She looked at her son calmly for a long moment. Then she looked back down at the man lying beneath her. “What’s going on raji!…Let me up!…” the squirming man demanded.“No santoshl!…Don’t!…Not yet!…” mom responded, stiffening one arm against the man’s chest and forcing him back down on the bed.“You’re not done yet!…”“But I can’t!…Not now!…Not with…him… right there…!…Nahhh!…”.My mom revolved her hips,so as to distract him “yes you can,its my son.