Especially when he thought about or saw his mom.Lonnie's mother was a film actress, attractive, and divorced. Summer had arrived, Lonnie was out of sc...ool and his mother was between films, so they spent most of their time together in the house.He thought about his mother a lot. She was so sexy, such a fox; and she was so casual and uninhibited around the house. She was somewhat flirty and free, occasionally kissing Lonnie on the cheek and touching his shoulders and arms. She tended to dress. Was still smiling, mildly that is, as she ever so lightly caressed Catherine’s upper leg. “A woman, women in general that is dear, we all need intimacy in our lives. I’m sure you do as well. Tell you what” Mrs. Dempsey told Catherine “isn’t your birthday coming up soon?” Catherine admitted that it was. She didn’t care that people knew. She smiled and said yes again and with that Mrs. D. said “You and I, well we should forget all about work. We should go out, have lunch, and spend the afternoon. I was more than happy to oblige all her requests.I hovered over her, as she spread her legs to welcome my advances. She helped position me for a top down entrance. Once our pelvic bones crashed into one another, we quickly fell into a rhythmic motion that belied any explanation. I could not believe the stamina that I had suddenly summoned. Tandra was more than willing to take what I had to give.We switched into several different positions, taking our time to experiment in the process. Tandra. When I pulled the sheets and blankets away, the sheets seemed to be soiled, like something wet had dried on them, causing that hard, tacky feel to them. I was just happy I made it to my bed without causing a ruckus in the house...and I guess I had a wet dream - although I don't remember what it was... I quickly showered and dressed, because I know I was waking up late, and my step-mom would have the dinner ready around 2:00, as was her routine for Thanksgiving for as long as I could remember. I.