Again I heard her voice, as an echo of an echo cast from afar, reminding me of how, while I shaped the stones for our new home, she would bring me bre...d wrapped in rags and a pitcher of water, then sit and sing me songs, beautiful songs of her own making. 'Listen!' Billy ceased his dance and cupped a hand to his ear. 'What?' 'Do you not hear the singing?' 'Singing?' He shook his head. 'I hear retching and splashing, hear timbers creaking and sails flapping, but there's no singing, Danny boy,. Becky reached for me, so I lay down beside her and we kissed some more. The kissing was barely arousing enough to keep my hard-on from wilting, so the urgency I had felt building up while we were fucking had gone away. After a while, Becky arranged me on my back and straddled me. She leaned down to kiss me some more, but at the same time was reaching between us to line my dick up with her slit. This time I slid right in as my girlfriend’s mother lowered herself down with a sigh of. At her words, they exchanged a meaningful glances before allowing their embrace to take them to the floor, Oluth’s long tongue snaking over ‘Tia’s neck, and breasts, down to her thighs where he spiraled and drove it into her, devouring the Amazon’s sex like so much delicious honey. The loud, smacking, wet noises of Oluth’s tongue on her cunt filled the cave, echoing loudly off the walls. Valsivale and Mad Malarielle and I, all looked on with a bit of jealousy, the Amazon’s enjoyment expressed. And I could feel the wine's effect on my head and felt an excitement run through my core, beginning to accept the idea that I was being turned on by my own mother's sexy appearance.During a lull in our chatter, while she sipped her wine, I said, "You really look terrific tonight, Mom."She looked at me over the wine glass. There was a fleeting recognition behind her eyes of what I meant. "Really, Tommy?" she asked quietly."Most definitely." I answered."I was more than a little nervous about you.