I knew something was wrong because: a) they stopped talking as soon as I walked in, b) they were standing about a foot apart instead of sitting in the...r normal spots, c) Mom looked like she was about to cry, and d) Dad looked red-faced as if he'd been arguing.A smart son would have turned around and given them their space, but despite what Tami says, wisdom is not my strong suit.I stopped beside them and planted my hands on my hips. "What's wrong?" Nothing, honey."Mom knows I hate to be called. It all felt a little weird, so I began to withdraw my knee when she quickly wrapped her legs around mine to hold me in place. Once she made contact again, she rubbed up and down on my knee-cap to pleasure herself. As she continued, she whimpered, "Please don't move again; I need to feel part of you against my needy pussy." I let her grind for another minute as I sat mesmerized at her self-stimulation. Her juices were running down my calf, and I could feel them disappear into my ankle-high. No, that sweet tongueof yours doesn't work quite right now either, does it. Becausebabies can't talk, they can only cry to make their wants known. That's a terrible pity, because I miss it. Not the talking, I misswhere you used to put your tongue sometimes when you kissed me inmy private places. Well, rest, rest, sweetheart. It's time for me to give you mybreast now, just suck on it, that's what helps my milk come in Dr.Ruthie says. Yes, oh you sweetie, my pet, yes, I love you morethan. If it could have talked it would have been panting "Let me at her! Oh boy! Oh boy! She's gonna be so tight and warm! Oh boy! Yummmmmmmmm."Which may be why a bit of perversity arose in me, requiring that I reclaim control of the situation so that I wasn't a complete patsy. Either that or there's a little cave man in all of us that can be let loose in that particular situation.Which means that, when I got between her thighs on my hands and knees, and that rock was really hard on my knees, I used.