I stop in front of the door and listen, the gentle sound of water splashing coming from with in tells me that she is in the bath and it is safe to loo... I kneel down and eagerly push my eye up to the hole, at first I can see nothing as my eye gets accustomed to the bright light from within. Our bathroom is long and narrow as I look the bath is to the left with the taps against the far wall opposite the door is the toilet and the sink is on the right. My mother is laying in the bath with her back. She continued to sweat and i took this chance took the towel and tried to wipe the sweat of her head, her cheeks. I could feel her breath, then i went behind her lifted her hair of her shoulder and wiped her sweat, while doing it i slowly kissed her back on the shoulder, she suddenly turned towards me and did not say anything, i also did not say anything, then she gave a mischievous smile, i understood that was my green signal. She continued cooking; i stood behind her hugged her kissed her. She moaned loudly feeling his tongue lap her labia. Every flick sent another sensation to her she was not expecting. He thrust his tongue inside her a couple of times and it enticed her to have him enter her even more. She could not wait, she even begged him in a whisper “push your cock inside me. I cannot take it anymore”.He did as she asked. He was enjoying lapping up her juices, but could not take another second of feeling her warmth on his tongue instead of his dick. He though about a. Had driven to work alone. Presumably drove to the shelter to make his monthly tithe alone.But that was one more thing I didn’t know. And the didn’t-know list was far more impressive than the other one.Like my sister Autumn, my boobs started coming in early -- I was 10. And inordinately pleased. From her 12 years of wisdom, Autumn told me, “Boys will pull your bra strap.”“So?”“Older boys will start brushing against your chest.”“Oh.” Upon solemn consideration, I decided I wouldn’t mind that.A few.