Bertha stood there watching me as I ignored her and went about my duties in the kitchen. "I didn't know you were married. Congratulations. You must be...very happy." She was fishing for information.I gave her some. "I'm married. The baby isn't mine. We are estranged because he is someone elses. What she named the baby was her choice and I wasn't involved at all. We will not be having a conversation again about my life before I arrived here. Is that understood?" Bertha nodded her head.I did see. She could smell her aroma by the time her fingers slipped over her stomach, moaning softly to herself as her fingertips grew ever closer to their goal. Her body tingled, and goosebumps erupted over her arms when her hand tugged at her dress. She lifted her bottom from the sofa and pulled the dress from under her. She murmured to herself, something inaudible even to her, before positioning her fingers at the edge of the black lace. She swiped her fingers left and right before letting them slip. “I guess,” she said.“Mom, can we go shopping tomorrow. I need some stuff,” said Jenna. Her mother’s eyes lit up.“Of course, honey. Whatever you want or need,” said Stacey. That she, they, were spoiling their daughter did not seem to register with them.****It was a good weekend weather-wise, but that was the only thing good about it. They were clearly trying to buy my daughter’s love and loyalty. Computer, Ipad, the latest techno-phone: she had it all. And those in addition to an unlimited. With my right hand I carefully pulled them down a little further. Sure enough, her 2inch clit popped out at a 90 degree angle from her body. The shorts rested in place below it, keeping her beef curtains out of the way.She moaned loudly as she felt the shorts slide over her clit, and equally loudly when I gently grasp it between my thumb and index finger. Somehow her wetness had spread this far up. Slowly, ever so slowly, I started to jerk her off.She tensed up and her hips tried to pump back.