I choose them carefully, and play the tips of my fingers on them, hearing her moan with increased urgency and franticness. Her moans reach a crescendo... just as my fingers play in and out at an increasing pace, and the throbbing of her tunnel matches my pace. I hear her tense up, and I notice her clamping her thighs around my arms, while a warm flood of juices bathe my fingers. I continue working her in there until she is done. She moans as if Zeus and Thor are making love to her at the same. My new title would be Director of Security and Safety. I could set my own work schedule based on needs. Along with a college supplied appropriate vehicle, I was to have a base salary of 200.000 a year. It was a five year contract.No wonder Jenny said, "It was great!" It had my interest peaked.Supper was still twenty minutes away so I had time for a shower before it would be ready.I was in the shower just finishing up when Lorrie burst in, "You have visitors - Jen says they are Marines. She has. Tara was her in early fifties, nice tits, firm ass, and knew how to dress for the evening.You could tell that she was unused to drinking. Now, she had a very nonchalant attitude and was feeling good. She got me a beer and a large glass of wine for herself. Tara left the room and came back wearing a dark navy blue satin robe. I could tell her dress, lingerie, and stockings had been removed to get more comfy. We started to compare our life stories. The booze had loosened both of us up. I told her. I'm not sure if, back then, it was anything different than most of my peers may have realized with their own parent — the difference was, I never grew out of it and that lead to our eventual affair and to the years-long love we shared.I snuck peeks up her skirt, down her blouse, watched her walk away or toward me; the delicious symphony of movement that was my mother's body — and she had to have known it, felt my eyes devouring her — but nothing was said. What would she have said, chastised me.