I went downstairs and found my mother in the kitchen, cleaning up the breakfast dishes and preparing my breakfast. "How do you want your eggs, Darling..." Mom asked as I sat down at the table and took a sip of my orange juice. Remembering the sight of my daddy's cock slithering in and out of Mommy's cunt, I said I wanted my eggs over easy and still runny.As my mother stood at the stove cooking my eggs I could see that she had no underwear under the nightie she was wearing. I could see the crack. Her hyper-sensitive sense of touch screamed at the interaction of the breeze on her bare skin, and the coldness of the air gave her a strangely enjoyable sensation around her bottom. It was almost like her wind was giving her ass a playfully, light, innocent slap, and Stephanie found herself confused at the arousal that she felt from that. The Stephanie that she knew certainly wasn't in to that sort of carry-on. Of course, the Stephanie that she knew was safely back in her hotel room, dreaming. ‘There is more tea in the pot if you want it,’ I told her. She was still just wearing her plain white cotton nightdress, and I could see the shadowy darkness of her nipples beneath the thin material. I noticed she had tied her hair back in a short pony tail since getting up. I could hear Emma tooting the horn out in the drive, ‘I’ll see you later!’ I said, and then quickly stepped up to her and took her face between my two hands and raised her lips to mine in a brief kiss. I felt the breath. I realised that I was playing a dirty game in which the winner was already known. Derry was on the receiving end and the view was something that I couldn’t miss.As I saw Derry walking out with a clenched fist, I called Cathy from my phone.“Sweetie… Your husband dropped in… ”~~~~~I arrived home from work only to find Bella and Kevin, her son, in the living room talking to my mom. My mom seemed to be happily engrossed in conversation with Bella, while Kevin was sipping his juice. As I entered the.