“I wasn’t even thinking, you’ve had a long day. I made up the spare room, it has its own bathroom. As for the rest … mi casa es su casa, you c...n have anything you want.” I carried her bag to the spare room, but when I turned to leave, she caught my hand and gave me a lingering kiss on the cheek. I hugged her tight, “see you in the morning, my room’s just next door.” Back in my own room, sat on the edge of the bed with a growing erection, “you fucking perv, she’s your daughter,” I said to. As they did, she spread her legs apart, giving him more access to their inner portions. As his hands approached the juncture point of her legs and buttocks, Donny could detect a musky odor arising from between his mothers thighs. He knew that odor from Sue, from when she had been so aroused. He knew then how right his mother had been when she said sex had a distinctive odor. It was an odor that Donny loved, though. From it, he knew that his mother was sexually aroused. As aroused, perhaps, as. At least that much was going right.Thinking of Karen made Joyce remember why she had asked for the wake up call in the first place. Sometime during the reception, still early enough that the idea made sense, Joyce had promised Karen's mother, whom she had met all of eight hours before the wedding, that she would have lunch with her today. A native of San Francisco, the mother of the bride was only going to be in town for the weekend."I guess it would be poor form for me to call her up now and. I clicked on it with nervous anticipation. You can imagine my delight when I read that she had agreed to meet me the following night for dinner. At our favorite outdoor cafe, of course.That night I put on a shirt Lynn had bought me for my birthday. I also wore her favorite cologne. I stopped at a florist and bought a bouquet of Orchids, which are her favorite flower. I got ready and left the house early.I showed up a bit before our agreed upon time and had the hostess seat me at our favorite.