At least not with you staring at me. Too much of a distraction." On your own?" Haha! What do you think I did before meeting you? My fingers were my on...y friend, baby." Every night?" No. Maybe a coupla times a week. Just when I was in the mood." We fuck more often than that." I know." So you're in the mood more often now?" Honey, I could take you two or three times a day! You've no fucking idea how horny I've become." Ya think? Sitting there, legs spread, with your fingers up your twat and you. Then he put his hand on her thigh again, his skin now separated from hers only by the fabric of her satin nightgown. "Do what, Mom?" He slid his hand up her thigh until his forefinger was pressed to her pussy, pushing the satin up between her outer cunt lips."You mustn't ... touch me like that," Madeline murmured. "You mustn't be trying to seduce me ... To make me want you..." She lowered her eyes to her son's erection. "To make me want you..."Gerald was moving his fingers up and down,. The more I thought about it, sitting in that dimly lit room, with the Christmas lights glowing at the steamy window, I realized I relished the idea.I got up, throwing the sheets aside, and went to the window. I leaned my forehead against the window, watching my breath condense on the icy glass. Looking at the white birches far below, I shivered. They swayed back and forth like dancers to a beat I couldn't hear, beckoning to me.I opened the window, letting in the freezing air. The breeze carried. “How…did you…guess?” Soft hands took hold of her own. She looked up into gently smiling eyes. “Darling, you’ve been noticed,” Angela said quietly. “On your stalking expeditions.” “Oh god, has it been so obvious?” Head in her hands, she surrendered to the tears welling up inside her. “I feel so ashamed!” Angela reached over to embrace her. “Sweetie, there’s no need to feel like that. Only a few people know. And they – we – have nothing but sympathy for you. Sisterly sympathy, if you will..