“Can I ask you more?”“Okay.”“How hard was it for you not to ... um ... ravish me ... last night?”“Ravish?” he grinned, despite himself...“I read a romance novel one time,” she said. “It was in college. I was horrified. I was sure everybody I knew would know what I’d been reading. I couldn’t finish it.”“That’s fiction,” he said. “Hyperbole. Real life is much more mundane than that.”“It didn’t feel mundane to me last night,” she said, with fervor in her voice.“Okay. We’ll go with ravish, then,” he. One side of the bench seat was taken up with my large suitcase; a small cooler sat on the floor."Jesus mom! How are we both going to fit in there?" I whined."Easy son; I'll sit on your lap. It's only for a couple of hours and your old mom doesn't weigh that much!" she chided, sipping on a can of cold beer.Mom was right; she didn't weigh that much. She was far from petite, but she wasn't fat. She was well proportioned for a woman in her mid forties. Mom looked after her figure and her looks, but. I had one already rolled in my night table drawer. I retrieved it and fired it up, laying propped up sideways on my bed as I smoked it. I felt my cock getting even harder as I got high. Pot had a strong aphrodisiac effect on me, even more so when mixed with booze.I smoked about two thirds of the joint and wow was I buzzed now. I walked back to the mirror. Oh man, was I hot looking. I danced a bit in front of the mirror. My cock stuck up out of my panties and I stroked it a bit until there was. She was so incredibly beautiful, so exciting in her eagerness when she closed her mouth over his cock. Rapturously Cliff gazed down upon Vi’s dark wet hair floating about her young gorgeous face, her mouth working up and down his shaft, alternately kissing, licking, and sucking, her bright excited eyes glancing up into Sarah’s, her tongue lolling about the head of his organ. It was not only the incredible sensations of her lithe tongue and wise mouth on his cock that had known such caresses.