You know... masturbate,” I informed her. “Ah ha, I see,” she said as she tapped her lower lip with her finger. “So what do you suggest we do?�...� my mother asked. “Well I don't really need much. Maybe if you just take your blouse off I should be able to do it,” I told her. In all honesty I probably could have done it just by closing my eyes and thinking of some hot girl from work but this would be a hell of lot more rewarding. She sighed before saying, “Honey, I don't know if this is a good idea.”. You win.” Nadine laughs and switches on the TV.Why did Katia give up so easily? Doesn’t she know I’m naked under the blanket? Shouldn’t she put more effort into shooing away her daughter from the couch? “I don’t think this is a good idea. Shouldn’t you put away the boxes first? There’s so much clutter in the living room” is my attempt to get out of this situation. Katia is lifting the glass of wine off the table and makes herself comfortable on the sofa snuggling up to my arm on my other side.. He watched her for a minute, a broad smile fixated upon his face, before leaping into the bed and lying alongside her. As if to quell her fits of laughter, he seized her between his arms and pulled her close, smothering her into his chest. His hands settled against her lower back and begin to stroke her long, luxurious hair, running his fingers through it. As her giggles turned to contented moans, he sighed contentedly, and allowed himself to revel in the sensation of the soft skin of her legs. My breath blasted out of mymouth in ragged gasps. The warmth kept building, building and buildingthroughout my body until the front of my brain exploded with pleasure asthe orgasm washed over me.I collapsed on top of him. My bones felt like they had turned intopudding. My body melted against his much larger one.We made love two more times before I thought to look at the clock. It read11:15.I whispered, "I should go."He drowsily replied, "Why? Your curfew isn't until twelve." I know, but I still.