When she called me in, there was a dim mellow nightlamp lighting the room. Kiki lay under the covers, dressed in flannel pajamas covered with penguins...in the blue snow. I went to the far side of the bed and took off everything but my jeans. Then I slid under the cover on her queen-sized bed. Her hand lay above the covers and I took it. ‘Martin, thanks…thank you for everything.’ She was crying. She drew me up to her. Her voice broke in a hoarse crack of emotion. ‘I’m falling hard.’ She kissed my. She had told me it hadn’t mattered, laughed it off at the time but I could see it had wounded her. That after all her hard work, being called trivial was the last thing she needed. ‘It’s because they can’t deal with you being so great.’ I said. ‘Plus, your tits look resplendent this morning.’ ‘Really?’ Her eyes were still shut and the word rose up from her like a whisp of smoke. ‘Is that it?’ ‘Yes.’ I was defiant in the face of her sarcasm. ‘You’re everything.’ ‘Listen to you saying all of. She reached forward and pushing his hand aside, replaced it with her own, her fingers curling around both cotton and cock as she began stroking up and down the fullness of his length. She could feel it twitch and was reminded of how that would feel buried deep inside her pussy. Gripping a little tighter, she squeezed her fingers up along his length and smiled to herself when she noted the tell tale darkening patch beginning to form on his briefs. Oh how she loved to savour the taste of his. She then remembered the word she used and realized her finger was still inside her pussy. The embarrassment hit her like a tsunami. I noticed that really fast. I didn’t want to ruin this for herMe: I love the way you moaned mom, it was so raw, and the word you used was so sexy!It didn’t help. It only made it worse. She took her finger out and covered her face with her hands.Me: Don’t stop, mom, you can finish first, then we can eat!But she didn’t want to. She kept silent. I went right in front.