Come over here and get in beside me." Junior moved on cat feet to the far side of the bed, his eyes adjusting to the darkness. Sarah sat up in the bed... the covers bunched around her waist. Her bare breast caught the moonlight that filtered through the window sheers, and Junior's breath caught at the picture before him. He wished he had a camera to catch the moment, as she made a lovely picture. Shucking his clothes quietly he slid between the covers as Sarah held them open for him. He lay on. ’ ‘No, I don’t know her,’ she said. ‘I know a Mike Nichols, where I bank, and I know this was his house when he was growing up, but I don’t think any of his family have lived here in a number of years.’ ‘Well, thanks,’ I said, then I turned and staggered back to my car. If Mom didn’t live here, then where did she live? I pulled out my cell phone, flipped it open and looked up her number. I had to blink my eyes twice to be sure I was seeing things correctly. I saw her number, all right, but. My mother moves herself over my tongue as I trace her lips pushing them apart and flicking her clit.She has one hand on the headboard and the other is now wrapped around my cock, she is gently massaging her clit on to my tongue. As she starts rocking over my tongue faster, she speeds up wanking my cock as well, building up to her orgasm.I am helpless under my mother apart from flicking my tongue, she has all the work to do for her orgasm and I can hear her soft moans. I hope she is nearly. Now I know she was not joking about this.Seeing her cry made the heartache. I ran toward her and hugged her from behind and started to console her. She told me about his father going back to India. How his grandpa forced him to marry for political benefit. She took another two glasses of wine. She’s drunk now I could tell that.“I hugged her harder. I know mom it’s hard to accept this. But things can’t be changed. Let’s forget about him, you have me and I have you. I’m there for you no matter.