" No Bart, no please stop what you are doing," Lois begs you but her body is writhing about on the bed, she can feel her body giving in to the aroused...feelings building inside of her. "This can't be happening to me, please Bart I will do anything to make you stop." Its too late to stop now mother just look at my cock, how hard it is and it needs to be serviced." You push your fingers further into your mother's pussy; her breathing quickens, her ass is bouncing off the bed and you know she is. Marsha said she was almost done with her book and she didn't want to put it down. I saw she was reading The Covenant by James Michener. I hadn't read it but I knew the feeling, so I grabbed Helene by the hand and led her to the bedroom. I washed her and she washed me. I led her to the bed and kissed her softly. I told her I had missed her and I was sorry that there were so many people around. We slowly made love to each other, while I tried to make her feel loved and desired. She had a tear on. I guess I did not have difficulty adjusting because I loved living freely without any reservations. The unique part was getting used to the nudity and bathing with two or sometimes three people at a time in a tiny bathroom. In Calcutta, where I lived with my parents and two sisters, both younger to me, we resided in a two-room apartment. So, even back home, there was very little privacy and we were all accustomed to walking around nude at home. Both my sisters were fond of me and were always. .. does mom, do this stuff for real?’ he wondered looking at his mother in the next room, ‘Or even to each other?’ Gerard’s thoughts froze at that second and then his mind raced: ‘BDSM magazine, assorted uncles, drunken mom.... Tim?’He raced to the bathroom just as Tim was drying his hands. “Let me see if they’re clean.” he said to Tim (they were) “and how high did you wash?’” Tim pushed his sleeves half way to the elbow to show Gerard what a good job he did. “Good, really good,” Gerard praised.