“Take your revenge the next time that we are alone together.”Jake walked into his own house, kicked off his shoes, and left his coat in the closet... He smiled at Sarah, who was reading on the couch and looked to have been for a while. “Evening, pretty lady,” he said.Sarah looked up from the book and smiled. “Hey. Have a good walk? Petra came home and went to bed, she said you were out enjoying the air.”Jake sat down and put his hand on her leg, giving her thigh a squeeze and a rub. “Yeah, it’s. I picked up the tray with one hand and the plastic spoon with the other. I woofed it down, ignoring the bland taste, and put the spoon back down.“Happy?” I asked, sliding it back under the door.“I better be.” she huffed, picking the tray up off of the floor. Stepping closer to the door, she advised, “Be good to my relief.” and walked away.“Is she going to be good to me?” I asked, watching her twirl her baton.“Not nearly as good as I was.” she shot back.She had a mean streak alright. I was. She could have given Jennifer competition in the looks department if she had made the effort. That was the only smile I got that night, though, when I pulled up to her place she just said ‘thanks’, got out, and went in the house without looking back. It turned out that Lydia was one of Jennifer’s housemates and was scheduled to be in the wedding, which was why they were running around together that night. I saw a lot of her over the next few months as the big event started to come together. To. On a few occasions though, he would have her masturbate for us.Mom would lay down on the rug, open her legs wide, and reach both hands down to her pussy. One hand would hold her pussy lips open and the other hand would poke around in her hole to get her fingers wet before attacking her clit. I do mean attack. She would lift her ass off the floor, scream out, and hump the air as she orgasmed over and over again.Dad always stopped it there, and took Mom behind closed doors.Back to my story:Mom.