That pretty much set the pattern for the next eight years. Night gowns, no lights and nothing but plain sex. I could not even get her to try a positio... other than the missionary.At first, Laurie took to sex like a duck to water. Two or three times a night and three or four nights a week. I never "just" accepted her attitude and I constantly worked on her to loosen up. I urged her to try different positions and do different things. I worked and worked on her to let me go down on her at least. ." She sighs as she feel him pressing his fingers together between the wall. She pants heavily and rocks her body against his fingers. "More…" she moans out, "Oh god I want more…" He grins at her and press another finger into her wet tight pussy, spreading them on the way back and holding them together as he push them in. he feels how his fingers gets embraced by her muscles as he moves his hand fast and hard without any pardon inside her slamming hard against her. He starts opening his. I was panting, and it took a while for my breath to be settled down. I wondered about the dream.I have never known all these deeds of touching or feeling my body. But my hands moved over my full breasts, and my fingers touched them magically. I only knew breasts were for women to feed their children. But I realized there was something more to it that day.I washed my groin and hands again and lay there for a while dreaming about the blissful feeling I had a few moments earlier. While I was. I released my grasp of her shirt and lowered my hand to cup her cunt…I closed my hand gently squeezing her mound. “I don’t like this covered either?” I paused momentarily…”and are you wearing panties?” “Ross….” I was sure there some sadness and regret in her when she whispered my name softly. “Disappointed.” I muttered as my hand reluctantly let go of the soft flesh between my mother’s legs…I turned and entered my room easing the door shut just as I heard dad came through the front door.