She laid back on her elbows, resting against the propped up cushions. A suggestive smirk bending into the corners of her lips. Her pale-yellow slip-dr...ss had fallen from her shoulders. Dark, wavy tresses delicately traced down framing her semi-exposed chest. She was wide-eyed and attentive, visibly eager and awaiting the next string of words.“...Mandi was desperate for a smoke. But, the spate that had soaked her to the core, made any attempt at lighting a damp cigarette impossible. Her. I could also see the lips of her pussy against her sheer panties as her legs were slightly parted. I felt my cock stir again.“Mom…”“Robby stop. Before you say anything you will listen to me. What we did last night was wrong. I shouldn’t have let things get out of hand like that. Not just last night, I should have stopped things long ago. It wasn’t right for me to let you touch me like you have been.” “But Mom, you didn’t make me do anything last night that I didn’t want to do…”“No Robby,. A lame party. family. Friends. One of my mom's friends had put together a jazz quartet to play. It was unfamiliar sounds, but I was drawn to the dissonant quality which seemed to fit my life. It was getting late, close to midnight and things were winding down. Dad, of course, was passed out on a chair somewhere, probably pissing himself. Mom had long-since retired for the night. I was hanging out near where the band was set up, loitering and taking in the melodious sounds. Earlier I had noticed. We don’t know each other very well, but that doesn’t bother me much. You’ve got your story and I’ve got mine. I’m still struggling to come to terms with the man I became while I was ... anyway, that made me wonder if you were struggling with some issues of your own. Maybe last night was the result of some pent-up emotions, or curiosity, or whatever. I was just going to say that, if you wanted more than just that one time, then that would be okay, too.”She almost laughed. “Oh, so it’s okay if I.