I went downstairs and put a pot of coffee on the timer and set bread to rise, then I stumbled back upstairs and into bed with Sora. I never heard Mom ...r Dad stir."Nona-Mom," Sora said innocently as we were eating miniature elephant ears at the breakfast table. It was after ten. Instead of baking the bread, I tore the dough into sections and tossed it in oil to fry, then sprinkled it with cinnamon and sugar."What is it, Sora-daughter?" Mom asked. She had a slightly bemused expression on her. The musicians were practicing their parts. It was a simple arrangement of a simple song, really.Gerry, a senior that I knew only by reputation, walked in with an electric guitar. We shook hands, and I showed him the music. He grinned when he saw the title, and said that he already played this song with his band... in the same key.I watched Gerry connecting his amp and guitar, and I had remembered something. "Gerry? Do you know Wendy Jones?"Gerry looked up at me, surprised. "Yeah. I called her a. But I know mom wanted to take things further and this would be the step to push her in the right direction. I sat down on the edge of the sofa, my dick pointing out over the rug. I had purposely forgot to bring tissues to force mom to swallow my load, lest it spill out over the brand new rug and surely ruin it.With the usual ritual, Mom tied her hair back and got to work on my cock which sprang to attention as usual with one lick from moms wet tongue and soft moans. I couldn't tell if mom. "What do you think a man likes to find here? It's supposed to be an oasis... not a desert!" He resumed his feasting and she began to moan and wiggle happily.She enjoyed his tongue-fucking, he could tell, but when his tongue become too tired to continue it, he discovered that she was as enthusiastic about the way he twitted her clit and nibbled it with his lips."Tom! Oh, I didn't know... it could feel so good... like this!" Her ass was grinding on the stone floor, making little thrusts upward to.