.. " She stopped and looked over at John."John... John honey I'm sorry. It's just that son's shouldn't say such things to their mothers. Do you unders...and honey"John understood all to well. He knew his mom. She had an over developed sense of guilt. That combined with her lack of sleep made her as easy to read as an open book. He didn't look over at her. He just let her speak."John? Come on John... please don't be that way. I said I was sorry." Janice felt terrible at that moment. Just a few. Her hips jerked. "She's gonna make me cum," she said sobbing, "She's gonna make me..." Her body twitched and tensed. A wail escaped her. Then she seemed to relax, but a second later her body arched again and another scream passed her lips.She was whining and squirming for several more seconds before she pushed Ebony away from her and sat in the bed. Shivers still passing through her body on occasion. "God," she said, a soft mumble, "I..." Her eyes fell on my crotch. "I think I..." She looked at. I wasn't angry at him personally, but I was angry at my parents in general. I told myself that I was being selfish that they were better off apart. But then I grew up into what most guys call a "babe." I never looked in the mirror and saw anything worth while. Just a nice face I guess. My long years of dancing and running gave my a slim but curvy body. My breasts, average at a 34C. Before puberty hit though, I was an awkward child. A bit on the plump side, the pimples, the glasses, the braces. ”“Yeah, where I got to say two whole words to you,” she grouched, then stabbed a cherry tomato on her plate. “Honestly Jill, sometimes you can be so… so… damned self centered when it comes to your sex life. You know how I hate being photographed.”“You never seemed to mind when it was you in my bed,” I grinned, trying like hell to down play her wrath towards me.“You were more available back then,” she shot back, but this time a smile crept over her lips.“Boyfriend problems?”“No, actually. More.