Instinctively I brush my hair, expecting the mirror to do the same.Instead, I just feel smooth long hair beneath my fingertips, and somestrands of bla...k hair obscures my peripheral vision.My jaw drops by surprise. "It..." I try to speak, but I'm still notaccustomed to this voice, to Sylvia's voice. "Is it alreadyfinished??? Those were the fastest 67 minutes of my whole life! Ithink we lost awareness!" Oh my..." she says, "they always affirm that what you hear as yourown voice it's not like it. Surfice to say i wasnt wearing any panties so it was not hard for him to squeeze my ass hard. Something in my head didnt take over like it should and i felt strangely empowered to fuck them both (if it came to that). I didnt put up any resistance and the manhandeling contunued. My breast we set free from my dress with one roughly sucking on it after devouring my mouth and the other had slid two fingers in my wet pussy. I wasnt aware of the time it got wet but i know it felt damn good. i wiggled. " she said as I bade them both sit down, but her mother said she'd leave us to it as she had a lot to do at home."Would you like a drink Candy?" I asked, and she nodded eagerly."May I take my shoes off please, they're hurting my feet?" Of course, make yourself comfortable."I went into the kitchen and poured her out a glass of coke and a whisky for myself,"There you go." I handed her the drink and sat opposite her,"OH MY GOD!"She was sitting with her feet up on the sofa and her knees tucked. She’ll slide them down just a little; just so she can see my underwear then she’ll smile at me and refasten my belt. But she’ll ask, “Do you want me to come tonight?” She’d seen that I was wearing panties, frilly panties.My voice will be raspy with desire when I reply, “Yes Mommy please come tonight.”And she will. You see, my mother, always Mommy, is my lover, my only lover; or more aptly stated; I’m hers.I guess I need to backtrack a long way to explain. Mommy was abused by her boyfriend, my.