Sure – Mom was fifteen years younger than Dad and a trophy wife of sorts – but she genuinely cared for me. She’d never had any kids of her own a... Dad didn’t want any more.But it felt like her affections started to take on a new character after we started going to the gym together. We had a family membership at Elixr, a three story-fitness center downtown. Mom and I started sharing rides given we were both going most days of the week. We had each set a goal to reach by the end of summer. . It’s about time for me to do laundry again. I walk through the living/bed room and into the kitchen. It’s small, but clean and well equipped. I smile cheerfully and cook dinner for myself. It’s been days since I’ve eaten. With a full stomach I return to the living/bed room and search a little. There’s a small chest of drawers that the television and digital video disc player sit upon. I open the top drawer and find a light blanket, which I spread out on the futon. I go to the next drawer,. She had to just enjoy the moment for what it was; Delicious. She opened her mouth to his tongue, he sucked her lip in between his teeth. His hands wrapped themselves in her hair and she felt safe against this near stranger. They seemed to kiss for hours, panting and never fully pulling away. Her hands found their way under his shirt and over his abs. His roaming hands had bunched her skirt over her hips. Her panties held back an ocean. She whispered breathlessly against his mouth, her voice. It feels so nice and slick.We have a small ranch house; Bart is in the guest room way on the other side of the house I mean Way on the other side. My computer room is right off of my bedroom, that little shit, he used our video recorder in the Den to record me sitting there playing and then fucking myself with two of my favorite big fat dildo's I was in one of my real nasty feeling moods. I mean I was on my back on the floor fucking myself as I was talking to a man jacking off. I was very wild.