” I said. “Not really.”“Why did you?”“It was complicated,” I said. “After the cast was done, I was cleaning her up and things got weir....”“I know. She told me.” My mother’s voice was calm.“It was between times that I told her,” I said.“Between?” She sounded surprised. “You ... went ... more than once? She didn’t tell me that.”“See what I mean?” I moaned. “Everybody’s trying to keep everything secret, but you can’t. Even Grandma figured it out.”“Nessa did say something about that. She was very. "That's good baby, make yourself feel good. I want you to feel really fucking good sweetie. Do you feel that way? Tell mommy baby, tell her you feel really FUCKING good." I feel fucking good mommy... oh god mommy, it's FUCKING good." That's it baby. You are making mommy feel FUCKING good too," I said on the verge of cumming, "Do you like mommy here with you while you are feeling so fucking good? Huh baby, do you like it? Tell mommy you like to feel fucking good with her."That seemed to do it. While it looked pretty, I was skeptic at her dress choice.For the train journey, I expected she would wear t-shirt jeans which is much more practical. When we were unloading the bags from the car, we both were close to each other and I asked her on the dress choice.She surprised me by saying, “Jiju, who knows how advantageous a skirt is for some ‘activities’, we may get lucky, you never know.” Again her eyes were twinkling and I told her she was crazy, with her parents and sister in adjacent. That you still have some feeling left for me!" How can you say that... if you only knew how I felt when I walked in and saw you... sucking that bastard's cock!" I do know," Betty insisted, "after all, Selma was pretty honest about your relationship."It was Doug's turn to feel embarrassed."It's all right, darling." Betty said soothingly. "I can understand why you got involved with her. I wasn't much fun for you, frigid as I was!" Well, you weren't..." Doug protested, not knowing what to.