I was still half asleep, quiet and comfortable, when I felt Mom's nipple tighten, grow and harden. The pressure of her thighs eased and her hand cuppe... my erection, the head against her palm.Slowly and languidly we started to move together, my erection slipping between moist labia, warm and inviting. With no fanfare our movements became longer, the crown sliding and rubbing against her clitoris. Mom's fingers pushed the crown deep, pushing me back until it caught at her opening. Slowly,. She was older than his father by two years, but at 40 she still looked incredibly hot. Most of the time, that is. When she bothered to try, when she dressed for work in her pantyhose and skirt with her heels and makeup, or when she dolled up to go out on Saturday night with her short skirt and what had to be stockings instead of pantyhose, with her small breasts pushed up and half revealed to maximum effect. Jason pushed his shorts down as he sat on the toilet and wrapped his hand around his. “We’ll handle it. Just come back soon, and keep us in the loop. Okay?” I said.“Yes, for sure,” she said.“We need to find a part time tender, at least one,” said Hank. “Just to fill in until Angel gets back.” I nodded.“Yes, I know. I’m just so worried about her,” I said.“Yes, me too,” he said. “There’s a gal working down at the Poor Boy. I know she’s looking for a better gig. She’s part time there, so...”“Okay?” I said.“Her name’s Leona. I’m going to check her out,” said Hank.“Okay, but how long. I asked them to sell you to me, but they said you caused too much trouble, and were too likely to upset everything."Martha expected Helen to be frightened at this news but she had a curious feeling that somehow the child wanted, or at least thought she would enjoy, having to service a whole dormitory alone.When they arrived at the mine, Martha took Helen straight to the Dormitory supervisors' room and unfastened her handcuffs."Take off that dress," Martha ordered, "You won't ever need one.