I slipped a hand inside the back of her elasticated short skirt and cupped her ass while she sucked me. I sneaked fingers between her ass cheeks, over...her asshole and on to her pussy. My god, how wet she feels.My mother bobbed the length of my cock — up and down, up and down. I moved my fingers from her wet pussy to her ass and back again. I owned my mother’s sex and she owned mine. I was so sexually worked up by not wanking or having fucked for two days, that I could have erupted at any. He'd woken up just as the paramedics had arrived, only to look at Sarah and say, "Hey, if it gets me this much attention, maybe I should keep having more accidents. What do you think?" Then he'd smiled, and she'd cried in relief.The months following had been a time of transition for her, Luke and Jack. Luke still hadn't fully recovered all of his memories. It seemed likely he never would. But he didn't seem to mind anymore, and a lot of the memories he could now access were of the early days,. It's been a long time, I hope I don't make a fool of myself.}Jeeze I thought, I hope I don't make a fool of 'Myself'We danced several numbers and then a jazzy track started to play, "Gotta go for a pee, the drinks are going through me fast" she giggled.Thank God for that I thought, my cock was straining at my under daks and giving me considerable pain, a quick adjustment before Jess returned, I grabbed my glass and took a healthy slug, thankyou Mr Seppelt, you make a great drop.Jess returned. If she has one fault, it’s that she’s too trusting of people. More than once I’ve had to extricate her from a situation that had gotten away from her.The one thing about us that I would never describe as average was our love for each other. You see those trashy magazines descriptions of ‘soul mates’, well, that’s us. From that first time we met, neither of us has ever considered a life apart. Our love life is extensive, inventive and still as vibrant as the first time. We have a five-year-old.