M. – on a Saturday. Why was he awake? His mom never came home this early after her nights out.Warren jerked his head towards his door as he heard th... sound of the toilet from the bathroom he shares with his sister flushing.Then the night before suddenly rushed back into his mind, and what he had set up between Joe and his sister. The sound of the door slamming must have been Joe leaving, not his mother getting home. He smiled as he thought about the night before, and smiled more as he thought. I felt the excitement as we drove down the famous strip to the hotel where we had reservations.When we arrived at our room I thought a mistake had been made. It was a beautiful suite. Beverly assured me this was what she had reserved. She said we don't do this often so we might as well go first class.We didn't even unpack our bags. It was 10 pm but, unlike our home town, no one sleeps in Vegas. Or at least not all at the same time. We immediately went downstairs to the Casino and started. “I'll lick you clean after your cock-slave fucks you.”“Yes!” she moaned, her fingers shifting on my rump as she thrust her tongue deep into my cunt. Her fingers were on the edge of my butt-crack.A wicked idea popped into my mind. Something depraved and wanton. I didn't have to be ashamed of it. I was free to act on my desires. I could do what I desired. I had the power to change the world and make it better.“Finger my asshole, Anahit!” I moaned, my thoughts burning.“Oh, Mother!” she gasped, her. " Do you miss Shirley?"The question took me by surprise. At first, I found it irritating to be asked such a personal question, and then I thought, 'Touché, I made her change her panties'. "I miss her doing the food shopping and planning the meals. I miss her helping with the laundry. I miss her giving me advice and I miss having her next to me, running, studying and sleeping. Yes, I miss her."That shut her up for about two seconds. "Do you like tall blondes better than short brunettes?"Wow!.