"I can drive you home if you need me to. Wait, do you live with him?" If she did that was going to be horrible.She looked at me. "No, thank God." She ...ot quieter. "He shouldn't be driving. He drank way too much and hadn't eaten much today."Speaking of eating, I hadn't had dinner and my stomach was letting me know it. Would it be rude for me to get up and make myself food? I was not a nice person when I went too long without eating. I was fairly certain the term hangry was coined for me. "Have. 'God your wet tonight mum, got the hots?' I asked.'Too late to do anything about it now, your father will be in, in just a minute, ' she said squirming away from me.'You can wait, ' I said smiling, for I knew she would be creeping into my room tonight. Since I had stuck my great big cock into her she has hardly missed a night. I've never met another woman who loves being fucked as much as my mother. My father according to my mother couldn't get a hard-on, even though she had tried many methods. It’s time to go. With a hard tug on her restraining harness... ... she struck herself in the chest, still violently pulling on the sheets she’d somehow twisted around her hands.She opened her eyes. She was alone in her bedroom, and to judge by the pale quality of the light it was morning. To her displeasure, she was still covered in a clammy patina of the coagulating sexual effluvia in which she’d slept. Disgusted at it and herself, she untangled herself from the vile stew — and the sheets —. I completely cover her with shaluva. I pulled her knot of pant to make way to my hand. I placed my right hand on her boobs from front opening of her dress. I kept my left hand in between her legs. She just give little space my lifting her leg. I placed my middle finger in her pussy.Instantly she pulled her leg back, now my hand in between her both legs. Then I pressing her boobs with more pressure and stared to feel her clitoris with my left hand fingers. She is getting very much hot. Slowly I.