She would have to think about that later, giving Mar his goodnight hug and a kiss on the cheek, she waved and left for the night.Sleeping late, Bitsy ...oke refreshed and lay in her bed stretching, she smiled to herself getting out of bed, she fixed breakfast, then gathering a few things, she headed for Virlane's lair. Bitsy played and romped in the huge pool, she washed her hair, then tying it up ontop of her head, she slipped into the oil pool, gasping at how warm it was. she had found a note. It was the end of another Ladies Poker night in our house, which left the living room cluttered mess of beer bottles and styrofoam dinnerware. The powder blue card table was still set up, and mom sat in one of the four matching folding chairs that surrounded it, nursing a bottle of Samuel Adams. Dad wasn't home, and though right now was a perfect opportunity to try to bed my mom, I at least wanted her sober. I wanted her perception good and clear. I wanted her to know that it was her son. I love when it's her turn to go out without me because she is so pretty and sexy that I know guys are going to be buying her drinks and hitting on her, hoping that they get lucky because her husband isn't with her.She texts me through the night about who she's talking to and what's going on. Flirting with the karaoke DJ...she got permission to nipple his ear anytime she wants. Grabbing and kissing on her friend that showed up at midnight to dance. Grinding on guys and loving it when she feels. The bed dipped and heaved as we fucked. I heard her snorts and murmurs of pleasure while her sex squelched over my length. My hands were full of her body, kneading and mauling, palms gliding over her skin until she rolled off me and hauled me on top.We made slow, gentle love that way. Guided by her tempo, I went up onto straight arms and listened to her sighing and moaning, taking my cue from the way she moved beneath me and the noises she made.After that, as tender emotions and love for my.