My sister, Sara, was 18 and out for the night. My mom was cool like that. She let Sara and I have a lot more freedom than some of the other k**s we ...new. I got out of bed and started down the stairs to get some warm milk - the best thing I know to help induce sleep. Halfway down the stairs I started hearing my mom's voice mixed with Margie's coming from the basement. They weren't talking or laughing. I remember catching my breath as I realized what I was hearing. My mom was moaning,. . Dirty Bastard Father!” she screamed.I reached underneath her and strummed her clitoris she began to come again.She screamed out her ecstasy; I felt the cum rush; my cock exploded; pumping, rope after rope.I coasted to a stop and withdrew, pulling her over and half on top of me.She lay limply across me and we floated on a sea of sexual euphoria.She was dripping wet; but I needed her to suck me off. Just to put the icing on the cake.I nudged the head of my cock between her lips and and she. ..no. You're someone I imagined up, yearsago." That was a new one. Then again, this was all new to me."Yeah, I don't know anything about that. I just know that you and I haveto come to an agreement or whatever or I'm gonna be on Phase blockers therest of my life, and that stuff makes your pee smell like spoiled milk." What do you mean, agreement?" And I'm not buying any of this. I'mobviously going crazy, but you're talking way over my head."This guy was at least 30, and I hadn't said. When I'm up to the top, she offers her hand and steadies me as I stand. My mind immediately flashes to our meeting on the road yesterday when she did the same thing, only this time, when I look at her hand, it's much cleaner—did she do that for me? I'm royally fucked."Follow me," I say, leading her around to the landing where the stairs used to be, and off to the other side of the upstairs area. I stop before a tiny area of boxes and an old steamer trunk. "I think this wall wasn't always a.