I went back downstairs. I did it quietly, hoping if it was my cousin, he wouldn’t hear me so I’d be able to scare him. I could hear some whisperin..., but I couldn’t make out who it was. I made it downstairs and into my kitchen. From my kitchen, I could see the whole living room. In my living room, I have 3 couches. One on each side of the wall. I slowly walked forward and saw my mom’s night dress on one of the couches.I had no idea what was going on. Curious, I walked forward a little more.. "Sorry," she said with a big smile, "couldn't decide what to bring."We drove for a while until we reached our family's favourite place. I had stopped on the way and picked up a six-pack of beer and some sandwiches."I've brought lots of things," she gushed, "shorts, bikini, a fabulous dress, what do you want me to start with?"What did I care what she wore, now if it was Clare James from college then it would be different."I'll put this dress on shall I?" she asked."Yeah, yeah," I called and. By this time, the pubs wereshut, but undeterred, Clive ushered us into a nightclub he knew and forthe next 2 hours we stood at the bar drinking to our success.? I had never been much of a drinker and as I hadn't had a touch ofalcohol pass my lips in over two years, it wasn't going to take much toget me drunk. Plus, being a slight guy, my propensity for alcohol wasnever going to be as high as my fellow drinkers, both Clive and Paulbeing six foot strapping guys, both former Cambridge blues at. She gently guided me back up the bed and held me gently, kissing me softly and caressing my back as I did hers. Eventually she turned around and we fell asleep, spooning with my hand on her breasts.-----------------------------The next few hours were a blur. I’m not sure how many times we woke to kiss and touch and lick.I awoke with a startle to Karen's soft gasp of surprise. She had just come upon me curled up belly-to-belly with Jay, half asleep, heads resting on each other's inner thighs..