Then one morning when she came in. I could tell that she didn't have much on under her housecoat, I couldn't see any thing. These visits became more f...equent, but they never really came to anything either.Then one day the inevitable happened, I got to the stage where I needed sexual release. I couldn't very well tell Mum that I wanted to fuck her, even though I really did want to. It was around that time that Mum started wearing shorts and low cut blouses more often; I soon noticed that she was. “Sit back down.” I lower myself onto the chair, making sure I keep my knees apart, showing off my balls and the length of my shaft, peacocking myself and letting him know that I’m not intimidated, despite being curious as to what will happen next. Movement. Away from me. I thought they might both put their mouths on me. I was fucking sure of it! Bed springs creak. Sheets crumple. You moan as you always do when I go down on you. I picture his tongue on your lips, the thin point circling your. The air bites into your skin as you realize that you'r not clothed. You could've sworn you had clothes on at some point but you fail to recall. With little other option you begin to fumble around the surface you'r on to get a feel for its dimensions. As you searched your finger bumped into a small switch about the size of a thumb tack somewhere at your hip. Hoping that this switch could provide some sort of light you switch it on.Not nearly a half second after you activated the switch you are. ” I said immediately making sure she knew I thought she was feeding me a line.“Tom and I are no more. He caught me in a little affair with a girlfriend of mine, and he freaked.” Urs said, pausing, watching my face carefully for reaction.“I don’t call myself lesbian, or even bi, but I do enjoy a little strange sometimes.” she said matter of factly, still watching my face.“Ursula, as long as you weren’t committed to him, it’s just your business.” I assured her.“He was committed, wanting to give.