Her body shook as she sobbed quietly next to me. Each sob rubbed her against me, increasing my desire. I tried to blot it out. My mother was crying an... needed me but all I could think of was her body and how good it felt."Mom, don't cry," I said. "You know both dad and I love you very much and besides, your crying isn't helping our little situation here."She stopped for a second and then her body shook again, this time with laughter. I couldn't help but join her. The whole situation was. ”I stood in the living room with all of the women staring at me. “This has been a very intense morning. I think we’ve all learned something about ourselves. Does anyone want to leave at this time?”No one said anything or stood up.“Ok, I need some time to myself, just a short walk around the neighborhood. Does anyone want to do that by themselves?” Again, no one said anything. “Ok, then I’ll leave you all here. Mary and Laura are in charge. I expect you both to keep the others in line.”I stood. " I'm sorry." Don't be. You'd been a good boy for such a long time it was hardly surprising and I did enjoy it. That's why I want to do it again and, I hope, for a bit longer."Steven did last longer. He took care to take her gently and she came to a sweet climax. They lay for a few minutes before Becca disengaged."The one drawback," she said, "is that it's a bit messy. I shall have to keep a box of tissues handy."They cleaned up and went down for a belated drink and cold lunch.The following day. She opened a couple of windows and let some fresh air into the stale rooms.She sat down to a cup of coffee glancing again at the clock, twelve thirty. Not long now, she thought with a little thrill of excitement. She wondered what Mr. Groves would want to do to her today, as she wiped a damp hand down her trouser leg.Debbie frowned down at the clothes she was wearing, no these simply would NOT do. She ran up the stairs to rummage through her wardrobe, the lady who had come in to collect her.