She looked at him and said …What… here on the floor. He laughed and said well I don’t see no four poster bed, she giggled saying that she hadn�...t done anything like this since she was a teenager. Then she lay down on his jacket He laid down next to her on the hard concrete floor and unbuttoned her blouse again, and pulled her skirt up over her waist He started to suck her nipples it wasn't long before she was moaning once again and thrusting her hips in the air in rhythm to his probing. We'd always been closer than brothers and I missed his confiding in me, because it kept me from discussing anything important with him.Finally he said, "John, I've been with somebody." He made me ask a lot of questions before he gave it up. "Okay Johnny...I've been with my mother." Whack me across the fucking head. I was frying in the sun, but it felt like ice water was poured on me from head to toe. All I could manage was "Get the fuck out of here." We put each other on sometimes, so I said it. I was oscillating like a pendulum till evening before I made up my mind to hit the nail on its head.“I have something to tell you,” I went up to my mother who was pealing vegetables in the kitchen. She stopped at once and looked at me with rapt attention.“I think you are wearing very short blouses nowadays,” I hurriedly spoke out without blurring. As expected, her face lit up in surprise. After a momentary silence, she smiled friendly.“Why?” She queried gently. “Did Anui say anything about. She said I meant her husband and she was Mrs Andrews. She laughed at my obvious embarrassment and told me she had made breakfast for us all. I called the others and we went into the kitchen of the main house, Sylvia had laid out a full cooked breakfast and mugs with tea or coffee. I suppose I should tell you about Mrs Sylvia Andrews she was early 30’s jet-black hair brown eyes and large titties she was attractive and friendly. After eating we went into the outhouses and began clearing we.