Since the bathroom door was closed, I just yelled, "Come in!" You sure?" my son asked after opening the door, shooting a puzzled look towards the bath...oom."Yeah, your mom just got in there," I chuckled.Hesitantly, he came in and said in a troubled tone, "Listen, Dad, can we talk?"I could tell by his demeanor this was serious and told him to take a seat, pointing toward the bed."What's on your mind?" I said, sitting next to him."It's about girls," he responded, looking down at his feet."What. The bed was still made and the blankets didn't look like anyonehad been on them. Becky opened the door wider and now with a full viewof the room saw that it was empty. Where could they have gone? Beckywondered. Then she focused on the silvery phone both standing rightwhere she'd left it to one side of the bed and away from the door.With a sigh of relief Becky moved to the side of the device with thescreen. On the screen was an image of Jill. Becky didn't pay it muchattention thinking it. One tape had movies that depicted mother/son stories and the other, brother/sister themes. I was looking for the former which i had a peculiar preference for. It had two movies.One i entitled, ‘dial m for murder’ and the other, ‘throw momma >from the train.’ these were the substitutes i had used to mask the real titles, ‘dial m for mother’ and ‘blow momma on the train.’To my horror, the tape was missing. Only the space it had been removed from gave evidence of it ever being there in the first. We stepped onto the bed. There was a single blanket which was to be shared by the three. Mom was in the middle. Now with my mom just in blouse & petticoat & sleeping so close to me I had full erection! She was facing away from me and her neck & the bare portion of her back was almost touching me. The blanket was not very large, it was meant for max 2 people. Mom noticed it and urged both of us to come even closer! I moved towards her and now the entire front portion of my body was in contact.