She looked very worried.“Davy, something is wrong with Cathy. She is out of control. That was not normal intercourse. I watched her tonight and I wa...ched you. She needs your help.”“She is just intense.”“No, Davy. I am intense. Cathy was frantic.”I had thought the same thing. I wondered if Uncle Bert had programmed her to be this way, or, if there was a conflict between Cathy’s nature and the programming. I wondered if Dad knew and that was the reason he and Uncle Bert fought over Cathy. I hated. Tap. Tap.“Anyone there?” I heard her call out.I opened the door and there she stood, a towel wrapped tightly around her waist, clad in only a bikini.‘Whatcha doing?” she casually asked.“Just jacking off,” I crudely replied.“Can I watch?” she replied, stepping in and past the threshold of my door.“Sure,” I replied. “Come on in.”“I didn’t know you smoke,” she remarked, seeing the cigar in my hand.“Only when I’m horny,” I teased.“You’re always horny,” she replied, stepping over to the sliding. “I got to get ready and go. Thank you, honey!” Mary kissed Sam one more time. Then she got up to shower and face the day.Sam made some toast and scrambled four eggs, heated up some pre-cooked ham and built sandwiches on two plates with slices of tomatoes covering the top of the ham. A generous amount of mayo on the toast with a slice of pickle besides the sandwich. Coffee was done as he set the plates on the table then poured two cups of coffee. Sam sat down just as Mary came in still drying. The outline of his lovely prick was stimulating, but not as much as she wanted. Ted wouldn't object if she sucked on his cock, sleepy as he was. Still it was his cooperation that made it good, too. The idea of sucking her son's cock as he lay still wasn't appealing. She liked it when he thrashed about, humping into her mouth as her tongue swirled wetly. His enthusiasm was all part of it.She swung her legs over the edge of the couch and stood up. Walking to the window, she saw Fawn had a light.