' 'Okay,' says Jo. So Rob does the back of her neck,and Helena does her face and her chin. Jo is silent now, enjoying the trickleof water down her b...ck and the feel of the soapy cloths as Helena and Robslowly work down to her shoulders. The only sound is the splashing of water,and the whirring of the fridge, and the occasional grunt. Jo shuts her eyes.She imagines she is a statue in a museum. Something Greek, a goddess in whitemarble; a new acquisition being restored to its full glory by a. Is this what you want to do as well?… Have sex with me?… Is it?… Is this what you want to do with your own mother?… It is, isn’t it?… Good Lord… You are a sick c***d… Fantasizing about your mother… My God…. Your own mother… How disgusting… Well I’ll teach you, you little bastard… How dare you smell your own mother’s panties?… How can you do such a nasty thing?… I am your own mother for God’s sake!!!”“Mom… Please forgive me… Please forgive me… I promise that I’ll never do this again…”“I can’t. "Well what would I have to do?" I caved.She didn't speak. She just placed her hand on the back of my head and pulled me into a kiss. Her tongue met mine and they swirled around in each other's mouths. Her hand slowly lowered down and found itself on my chest. She slipped her hand inside of my blouse, touching the top of my breast. She pulled her hand out and started to undo my buttons."We're in public!" I shouted, pulling away from the kiss."Don't worry. We won't get caught." she assured. You are wearing black stockings and underwear. Removing your panties and bra you leave the stockings on as you climb onto the bed. Looking back at me you strike a pose on all fours smacking your ass. You smile at me and invite me over motioning seductively with one of your fingers. Stepping out of my clothes I come up behind you my right hand reaching to stroke your pussy. I massage it with my palm and my fingers making you gasp. Slipping my fingers inside I begin to work them in and out at.