I was about to knock on the door when I realized that i had the keys with me. I was expecting my mom to have shut the door from inside, but still I th...ught to give it a try. I slowly put in the key into the latch and pushed the door open. I came in inside and was about to call in my mom, but could not do it as I was dumbstruck by what I saw inside. My mom had supposedly just come out from the bathroom and was busy drying her hair. She was only in her petticoat which was wet due to the wetness. " Are y... you bi-curious too?" I asked quietly, wetting the inside of my dry mouth with my tongue."Well, I'm Shannon-curious." I... I'm Leah-curious," I whispered.She smiled and leaned into me, slipping her arms around me and pressing her lips against mine. My mouth opened to her gently caressing tongue. She was sweet and mmmmmmm... God, I'd never been kissed so gently. Her soft hands held my hips and I could feel her nails pressing into my skin. It was all I could do not to moan aloud as my. (38DD for you statistically oriented folks) and I got to thinking of making a keepsake to enable my recollection of her. Then I came upon an idea to make a mount of her extraordinary tits. I thought that it would be fun and rewarding to capture a three dimensional representation of those glorious melons. And I set out on our journey. It was usual to capture mom and play with her for long periods of time. This would be the same type of game, only more preparation is needed.At first, I will need. Weekends were a respite so the sex on Monday mornings was always raucous, frequent, and fervent. As the week wore on, the sex became tamer, more languid and, comfortable.The indiscretions, however, continued. They could happen anytime but were more likely to occur toward the end of the week. I thought they would have stopped now that we had all day throughout the week to indulge in our sexual fantasies but it didn’t turn out that way.That mistaken belief may have been born in the expectation.