So, I won’t waste time and continue the other part. It might be a bit long, but trust me. You need to know the scenario for better understanding and...intense curiosity.My mother is 20 years older than me. She was married to my father at a very young age. Even though she was a married housewife, my mother is a graduate and started working to earn a living after dad’s death.She is a confident woman. After our life came to ease, my grandparents left. It was just my mother and me in the house. As my. “Closer!” I whispered.“I uh, uh, I don’t know,” she stammered nervously.“This is absolutely something you need to be sure about,” I said.“You, uhm, would really, uhm, want to do it with me?” she said, still clearly nervous.“I’m certainly thinking about it, with our bodies pressed together like this. Do you want to go someplace to talk?”“Talk?” she asked apprehensively.“Talk. Nothing more.”“Uhm, sure, I guess.”The song ended, and I released her. I walked over to Kara and Jessica and let them. I took her in my arms and just held her. I didn't know if I was glad I didn't have to deal with him, or mad that he had hurt mom. I guess a little of both. She just shook in my arms as she sobbed. "Paul, if our relationship hadn't developed like it has over the last couple of weeks, I don't know what I would do. I just feel like we will be OK together, just you and me". Then she broke down again... Over the next three days I tried to comfort mom the best I could. Physically I tried to touch her. One wall had a window that was steam covered, obstructing the viewing. The other wall had a showerhead suspended from the ceiling. I sat at one end, on the lowest level. The heat must have been 110 degrees, sweat started to roll down my face. Looking around the room, I saw four bodies outlined in the steamy fog. The closest man was only three feet away, sitting on the second tier seats. I saw he was sitting, his legs open, hands playing with his hard cock. Another man was sitting next to him.