My curiosity doubled, and I started to question myself if mom found someone to have fun with.That excited nineteen-year-old son in me felt like watchi...g her. After making sure that the door is locked, I tried to look through the keyhole. But I saw nothing as it was dark.I just stood there and listened to his voice. He woke my mom up, and my mom started talking in a sleepy voice.Mom: What? You fucked me all night, and you want it again? I can’t, I am tired. Please leave, your wife must be. She slowly turned her body not facing me and not quite facing the window, so the soft moonlight cascading through the glass pane illuminated her white flannel and her silhouette in a white light that gave her an angelic appearance against the darkening sky. The light was scarcely allowed to flow through her thick hair, but where the beams of light did break through, it cast a shadow across her face and hid her eyes from mine. My eyes wandered down her body, down the loose fitting yet perfectly. "Mornin', Constable. Day-ee Fred." Morning." "Day-ee." And this is?"I stepped forward. "Patrick Hollister. I'm with Aboriginal Affairs in Sydney." So. Have you come with a pack of armed citizens to roust me from here?" Hardly. I've come as a representative of the State with a representative of the Law to ascertain what you and your fellows are doing." Come, sit, talk." And you are?" Tom Hunt. I'm a great-grandson of May Hunt." I've just been reading about her." Oh. Gran'pa's book."I was taken. It's for a good cause, mom would understand." This changes everything." Said Tiffany, somberly, "If you're willing to clear out your mom's room just to make room for us, you must really be worried." If everything goes as planned, there's nothing to worry about. But if I've learned nothing else during my short stay in this world, it's that anything can happen. I would just feel better if the three of you were close by." And having three hot pussies available twenty-four-seven couldn't hurt.