When her door creaked open sometime later she awoke with a start. She looked at the bedside clock and saw that it was six in the morning"Momma? Momma,...I'm headed to the hospital." Alright baby, you have a good day, you hear?" Yes momma, you too."Her daughters' footsteps receded down the hallway until Jean heard the front screen door open and shut and then there was quite again, quite except for the rain falling on the tin roof. Jean rolled onto her back and brought her legs up until her feet. She started with one playful slap that made me dizzy. Then she lightly caressed the spot that she had slapped, and without warning pulled back and slapped me harder.I was so hard, I started leaking a little.She smiled, pulled back her hand and and gave a little fake. She smiled and made a tiny litle laugh when i flinched. And before i could recover*slap*She kept up this game. Caressing, slapping, harder each time, little fakes and smiling when i flinched.I completely lost all sense of myself. I. I had my bottom parts covered with the bed sheet, all the times, as I was totally pantie less, but that did not stop Billy from sneaking a few looks at my tits, or even at my nipples which would show partially during my sudden moves, I guess I could not help noticing his eyes looking, and he knew I did too, we just looked at each other smiling when he stole a look at my body parts.As of a sudden Billy looked me in the eyes saying “Mom, you are a very hot woman, you have a body to attract any. Hoping to fight the growing fatigue and the taunting of the light and shadows. The brisk coolness of the air and the icy splinters of spray, that drove through the window's opening on to my skin, were welcome sensations to my overtaxed shell. The sporadic splashes of rain felt glorious. Invigorating.Those feelings were not shared, it seemed, by the figure being revealed on the fringe of the old Ford's headlights.It was a discordant image, that caught my attention. A bright flow against the.