All the things she saw on TV and video, but which her boring, sometimes tired husband could not help her realize, came true on that boy’s bed.Howeve..., mother and son were tactful and subtle in their sexual exchanges. It was never a stated need. It was never a topic of conversation between mother and son. And Dipti was surprised that the boy, who had become rebellious over the years, suddenly became responsible and responsive. Contrary to what one might expect, the atmosphere at home had changed. "Give 'er points for trying," I said. I got beat up pretty badly for that one. I like getting beaten.After the abuse was over, Nikki was propped up on an elbow, toying with my chest hair. "I suppose we'd better get some sleep. We're driving the truck back to Louisiana." I guess. I'm very relaxed, you know." One more hug and then – sleep!" she commanded.Yes, back to Louisiana with a box truck. Why? Drum set. Various musical instruments. We're heading to a Cajun music festival. My ancestors would. I had a guy (customer) approach me and ask me what I needed. He gladly paid the money and we both went in. I followed him around to the hallway where the viewing booths were, and it got very dark, so dark I got nervous because I could see absolutely nothing. I heard him say "here",and felt his hand tough my arm, and he led me to one of the booths, opening it so we could see it was empty. There was a gloryhole in it , so he checked,and since the other booth was empty, he went in one and I went. Susie paused again before gratefully accepting this precious gift and ashe placed his mouth over his aunt's big toe, he noticed her handsdisappear under the water.The two lovers lost track of time as they both revelled in the sensualityof their respective experiences. Aunt Sybil enjoying the exquisitesensation of an adoring mouth caressing her toes and Susie savouring thedelights of being allowed to worship his mistresses beautiful toes withhis lips and tongue. Several minutes of sensual.