Mom then reached over, closed the door and started the shower she took each night before bed. When she was finished she came back into the bedroom wea...ing her night t-shirt over her panties and got into bed. Even at my age I knew that most sons did not sleep in the same bed with their mothers. It started right after my dad died. I was just six. We had to move from the house we rented to a one bedroom apartment. Mom had the bedroom and I slept on the sofa in the front room. I was so sad with dad. The touch of warmflesh made me feel a little better. He then stroked my large breasts andtweaked the nipples. The tingling shot through me in all directions, thelightning like sensation seemed to awaken something in my dead legs andarms- they both grew harder inside until I could weakly wiggle myfingers and flex my arms. I was so happy just to move I barely evenworried that I was being molested again. John slipped into the bed againand I found myself giving him a hug even as he hugged me."This. "For what seemed like the best part of an hour she worked away on my faceand hair and eyelashes and fingernails. I had no idea so many creams andpowders and paint seemed to go into female makeup - it was simplyextraordinary. At one point there was a rap on the door. "How's it goingin there?" called Dave. "Fine - just a little longer," answered Kristinacalmly, raising her voice to be heard. "You do want us looking good ,right?" Yeah," came the answer, "but we're running out of booze - and we. " Melissa threatened darkly."Amanda?" I whispered."I'm sorry, Patrick. No, I'm not Amanda. We do know how she kissed, though. I forgot how you reacted. I didn't think I could do it that well," Melinda said, her eyes moist with worry."Are you going to do that again if I kiss you?" Melissa asked."Probably, if you learned to kiss the same place Melinda did. It doesn't matter, I'm lying down now. Come here," I urged as I grabbed her and pulled her to me. She squealed in surprise, then proceeded to.