“Morning, Mom!” I heard her say, followed by some quieter chit-chat. She was giving me time to get my goddamned pants on.With no desire to be cau...ht naked by my own mother, I quickly grabbed my trousers and slid into them. On instinct I went to grab a shirt, before I remembered that my trousers were literally all I had been wearing for days. My dangly bits suitably covered, I headed off to the little bathroom to take care of some morning business.Now, I’ve woken up a few times in. After I was born she didn’t feel that taking her clothes off for money was appropriate, so she packed in modelling. Her family were from a mining community up North and this was right in the middle of Thatchers’ miners strike. Mum had actually been supporting them for quite a while, so there was no money coming in that way. Things were pretty tough for a while. Then she got asked by one of these men’s magazines to review films and books and stuff – they thought it was great to have a former. Soon after that, I got to know that she was going through a bad breakup with the guy and I gave her a shoulder to cry on.I had thought that by giving her the shoulder and support, I might get a chance to get closer to her. But I understood that it wasn’t going to work either. We just used to keep in touch after that as her breakup had a very bad impact on her. But fate was in my favor which I understood later!This was the time during the final year of our college. Most of the people were busy. "I didn't add to that, but everyone knew that was true. They both moved up and down slowly, but frequently, we were just one sexy beast morphed together, pleasing each other perfectly. All three of us were covered in sweat and loving each other in new ways too.Nothing and no one could duplicate the feelings, so I surely let the feelings take lives of their own and had me thinking that it doesn't get much better than this. I had smoking hot ladies to do me anyway, having sex with me, and having.