Her head was spinning with her sinful desires. Her body shook with her fingers running swiftly across her swollen clit."Aaah!" She exploded with a mas...ive orgasm. She had never felt anything so delicious in her life. Exhausted she laid on the bed gasping and sweaty in a daze for a longtime. She had never played with her own clit before and had no idea that it was the source of such intense pleasure.After gathering herself she got up and went to take a shower. Her son hearing the water running. " I said.She was quiet for a moment. Then she began to sniff and whimper. Her eyes doled out painful drops of water, and then she let loose a flood. Mother's adult morals still wanted to eradicate the sick alter-ego that claimed her life once a week. Although her mind had made a truce with itself, that truce was dependent upon the right day. My birthday hadn't occurred on a Saturday."Honey, please try to forget about her. Today was the first time I let myself be like her without being her. I. Amy was letting us know that she was inviting us to the Saturdaymorning dance practice as she knew we'd need to start working right awayon how we were going to dance together at the ball. She asked who wasgoing to lead, and all that, but I explained to her that we'd talk aboutthat when we got to the studio.So Tammy jumped into the shower first while I pulled out some leotardsand tights, and some skirts and ballet flats for our ballroom dancinglessons. I didn't waste too much time searching as I. " she once told me. "Oh yeah. Why mom?" "They can't come out and play on Friday because the wife has some boring thing planned for them. Sat is reserved for k**s, as it should be. Sunday however..." she paused as she applied lipstick and smacked her lips a few times, "is a day for them to unwind. They suddenly realize that the weekend is almost gone and they have this tension around...you know where." she patted my crotch and winked. I smiled and watched her as she dropped the towel and kicked.