I walked back toward the bath, but with the steam still heavy in the air, opted for finishing my hair drying in the doorway to the master bath. I t...ssed the towel I had used for my body into the hamper and started the process of squeezing the water out of my hair. Over the years I have let my hair grow and now, while being long, it is quite an involved process to get dry and a lot of time I just lose myself in the act. That was where I was. Physically I was bent over at the waist, hair up. While I was there, I picked up a dozen red roses and some candles, figuring that a little over-the-top cheese could hardly spoil things, especially since I was attempting to get back into my mother's good books, not just her pants.I started cooking at around five, giving myself time to make some errors in the preparation of the food whilst lining the meal up to be served around seven. At five-thirty, the phone rang; it was my mother, telling me she'd be working back late that night and would be. " I reached my free hand back behind Holly and traced my finger down into the recess of her ass until I had located her cunt. The lips felt swollen and thick. I made my way to the clitoris and caressed it with a gentle circular motion. Holly exhaled a soft satisfied purr as the piss suddenly gushed out over my hand. From my current perspective I could see nothing but my visual sense painted the picture for me. It gushed copious until finally reduced to a fine trickle. She found some tissue in. Carly lovingly toyed with Stephen's hard-on, opening her mouth and moving over it, then closing her mouth, sliding her tongue around it as she swallowed it down deep, covering it with her saliva and running her hand up and down the slippery shaft."Oh, Mom ... that feels so, so good ... oh wowwwww!" Stephen ran his hands through his mother's hair as she fulfilled her wish to suck him. But the two had more they wanted to accomplish that night. After Carly had mouthed her son's prick for a few.