I parted her legs kissed & tongued her pussy. The clit was now visible & her thighs were back on my shoulders. Still she was silent with fear but her ...ust was in peak as she gripped her thighs across my shoulder. I cramped for space. Some how I got my right hand to her pussy & started playing with her pussy lips while I was tonguing her clit. I entered my index finger in her narrow small vagina. It wasn’t an easy penetration; I felt her right hand on my shoulder holding tight relieving the pain. Sitting next to her, I started seeing her as a woman....not just as my mom. I could see her nipples pushing up against the fabric of her night shirt. Her hair was hanging across her face and, suddenly, it looked so sensual, so glossy, so thick. Her eyes were locked on the screen of the t.v., following every twist in the plot.I casually raised my hand and took a long lank of her hair in my hand."Mom, " I said, "You want to hear something strange I learned about girls at school?" I began rotating. ”I grinned at him, got up and turned the steaks. I came back, stepped into his arms and kissed him. He happily wrapped his arms around me. He slid his hands over the soft material covering my arse and kissed me back.I reluctantly freed myself and served up dinner. “Sorry again, I never asked what you wouldn’t eat,” I said, sitting in the chair to the side of him.He smiled at me, and he told me, “Not much. I’m not big on offal’s, and I don’t like a lot of fat on my meat, but otherwise pretty. Sitting alone in the silent living room she blamed herself for going off to live with John. Had she used Peter’s jealousy to justify spending more time with her first real boyfriend?John was too hospitable, she thought, too loving and too addictive. She had gone back to Peter, yes, but too late: she selfishly had stayed too long with John. Those thoughts weighed heavily and depressed her.The second weekend in October Claire was making her bed on Saturday morning, when she heard Mary’s.