Hilary dropped her hand from his mouth, running her nails lightly down his chest until her hand was resting on his erection. 'I think it is time we we...t upstairs to the bedroom where we can be more comfortable,' she said, and catching hold of his hand, she pulled him up, and led him out of the room and up the stairs. By now I was feeling very horny, not just because of the sight of Hilary making out with Pete, but also by the vision of her lovely bottom, which wiggled most invitingly as she. Yes, she’s real, ladies. She’s every bit as real as you and me. Yes, I’m humping my own mother, an immortal goddess. What do you make of that, my dears?” I introduced the women to Mom.“Well, well, I hoped to get to see at least one of your parents, and considering that your father is no longer around, well, that left your stepmother, who I honestly didn’t know that well. I knew that she wasn’t your birth mom, of course. But, honestly, Phil, what the hell ... that’s one hell of a shocker! Why. As he handed mine to me, I looked up and caught an eyeful of his groin, which was bulging. When I looked further up at his face, he was grinning. "I'd say someone is pretty pleased with your outfit, Jane," he said. "Maybe you should finish that drink up as quick as you can." He tossed his back with one startling motion, then took my hand and pulled me to my feet and I gulped at my own drink, the alcohol stinging my throat. Thankfully the earlier vodka was doing its work - I felt a warm buzz. It was on the third night that trouble ensued. Or maybe it wasn't trouble, but merely the inevitable. I awoke to darkness. The radio-alarm on the nightstand read 2:30. Carla was missing from her side of the bed. I waited for a flushing sound from the bathroom, a faucet signaling running water. None came.Two-thirty became three and three became quarter of four.Carla returned to the bedroom at 4:15. She was completely naked.I was sitting up against the headboard. There was enough moonlight.