It took a while. Occasionally they would interrupt with a question which I answered, but I gave them every detail. Every place we’d been, every man ...’d fucked and everything about Kylie and the paintings. I finished with explaining that you and Manus were going to Dorking to scope out the house and that I was due to go with you but went with them instead. They were clearly shocked but gave me another round of applause. “And Steve is okay with all this?” Mary asked.“He is fine with it,” I. I continued to slowly stroke and enjoy the show. It was not much longer after that that she sat up and got off the bed. My heart was racing. I thought maybe perhaps this was finally going to become more. I wanted it to be more; but I had resigned myself to the fact that I could not be the one to make the move. I don’t know why, but I couldn’t. But I knew that if she was willing and made the move, I was more than willing to fuck my own mother. I wanted it so bad.So when she sat up and got off. Each of us grab one of his feet and pull his pants off.Deb turns around and starts making out with me, pushing her tits into my chest, standing with one of her soles standing on one of my feet. I can feel her feet, how soft they are, I want them in my face, holding my cock, to lick them. We walk over to the bed and I pull her skirt off. She sees how crazy turned on I am and lies on the bed—on her back—and opens her legs, showing off her shaved pussy. She fingers herself, masturbating her clit. She would get in the shower with me and I would end up taking her from behind while she leaned against the wall. I would be working in the basement and she would come down the stairs in nothing but high-heeled pumps, sweep whatever I was working on off the workbench and then lay back on it and make 'come here' gestures with her fingers. One Saturday I was in the garage changing the oil in my pick up and she came in and slid up on the hood of her Accord, lifted her skirt and started fingering.