I lifted myself up off her body enough to be able towatch my erection slide in and out of her vagina. Herlabia were two reddened bulges of flesh separ...ted by myglistening cock, lubricated with the moisture that wasnow flowing freely inside her. Her body was ablaze withpassion, the heat in her vagina unbelievably strong. This was an experience that went far beyond anything Ihad ever imagined. I still couldn’t believe that I wasactually lying on top of my own mother, fucking her,listening. I’ve got vodka and scotch.’ ‘Can you make me a screwdriver?’ ‘Sure can.Turn on the stereo and have a seat and I’ll be right with you.’ I mixed him a strong drink and made myself a scotch on the rocks.I took a Quaalude out of my purse and washed it down with a sip of my drink,touched up my face and joined him in the living room where he was sitting on the couch.I placed our drinks on the coffee table and demurely sat sideways on the couch, facing Jerome, causing my skirt to ride up and showing. She rang the bell and waited for Sidney's familiar face to answer. No one came. She tried again several times and could hear absolutely nothing from the inside of the house. She felt a momentary sense of panic. Suppose they had decided not to see her again until after Dave arrived and then demanded she make some excuse to get her out here. She had to get those pictures tonight.Ann walked around behind the house to the swimming pool in hope the large glass divider separating it from the living. Holy mama, I could not believe this was “my” Cathy. It’s a truism that you can never really know what goes on in others’ lives so I shouldn’t have been shocked, but honestly, I’d have been less surprised if she’d sprouted horns and sung opera. So this was Cathy on a Friday night, hooking up at a bar when Dan was away. Crazy. But I was getting used to it.During my musings I’d missed a bit so I rewound (yes, I know, it’s just a figure of speech). Joe hadn’t come in Cathy’s throat, saving his load.