I swam in my sheets, praying for sleep, but it would not come. I even prayed that she would sober up just enough to administer her touch. But she neve... came.My alarm clock read 3:28AM. I was more awake now that I had been all day. I threw back the sheets and walked quickly to Mom's room. The moonlight through the window cast the room in a cold blue. Mom was sprawled across the bed, above the sheets. Her bare ass was aglow in the blue light. I tried to move her gently, to get her aligned on the. I would have been mortified if I hadn't been living with the story for weeks. As it was, I got to listen to Jilli laugh! The best thing was it was a really good laugh!After the first day and a lot of trips between the bedroom and the garage, she warned us not to go in the bedroom. She even elicited a promise from Lind to keep me away. It was challenging not to go peek and every time I even looked at the bedroom door, Lind was on me. It did make a fun night, but a frustrating one from my point. That first night without anyone home Maggie suggested that we play house, she would be Mom and I would be Dad. It started out simple enough until after dinner when she put on one of Mom’s sexy nighties. It was yellow and transparent and it was pretty big on her. Not only could I see right through it but the strap kept falling off one shoulder and exposing that breast. She seemed almost embarrassed but I liked it and I told her so. After that she just let one breast stay out for me to play. I approached my wife for sex and she reluctantly agreed. (We are calling her Broomhilda to protect the frigid.) There was no kissing and no passion. Jacking off might have been just as satisfying, but perfunctory sex was better than no sex at all. That night, I still got hard dreaming about Alison. Would she really go through with it? Would she show up at the hotel and play the part of a fantasy hooker like we discussed? The school bus stop routine was a little stifled. We talked as usual, but.