Joyce was disappointed. Ann and I used the undamped waterbed. Joyce made it up at four. We used the regular Mattress. Shortly afterwards a crew arrive... and paved the road to the pool. Lisa email. I received an email from Lisa with a number of questions about the nature of the universe. I responded with what I hoped were thoughtful answers. This was the start of an ongoing email dialog. She asks good questions. Thursday noon. Ann and I allowed the lovebirds the use of the apartment Thursday. Mom: O My God, your penis is growing more and more over.Me: Do it, mom, I can’t resist more.My mom started giving a handjob while I’m sitting on the couch and kneel down and doing her job.Me: Mom, do it, fast mom.She increased her pace and I’m about to cumming. I cummed all over her handsome split on her neck to the blouse. While cumming, I pressed hard her right boob without my knowledge and release her.Mom: Why can’t you tell me, when you feel about to cum?Me: Sorry mom.Mom: Why you pressed. ”“Show me the way home, hey, wait. I thought you didn’t know guy flicks.”“I watched a couple with mom. I liked that one. Now, do me right,” she said and pulled her sweat shirt off over her head.“Don’t you think it would be a good idea to wait until Tiffany clears the driveway?”“No. Let’s go,” she said pushing me toward the bedroom. I held a finger up, waiting to hear Tiffany’s car start. I couldn’t, but some of these old homes are practically soundproof. I peeked through the curtains in time to. Yes, both sons were the most important things in her life, Rita had always had a special bond with her first born. It had always been an inside joke that Erik was her favorite and while there may have been some truth in it, she could never openly admit to it.Their waitress came and refilled their mimosas and cleared their plates. She asked if they wanted dessert and while Erik was full, Rita wavered."If you want something, Mom, have it. You can have anything you want." But I really shouldn't..