They still looked interested though slightly disappointed. "That's not making out!" said Aaron. Tara and I smiled at each other. I ran my fingers thro...gh her hair and pulled her face to mine. Her lips were soft and her tongue massaged mine. Her kisses moved to my neck and then down to my breasts. I cupped her breasts over her bra and ran my hands down her back to her ass, sliding my hands under her thong. It was a routine me and Tara had done many times and had proved to be a crowd pleaser.. Part of me wished I couldn't as I felt revulsion towards my mother as she sat on the couch with her legs spread.She was completely naked ... well, except for her thigh-high stockings. She should have taken them off too because I could see a big tear even from where I was. It was on the one all the way up, not the one pushed down to her knee. On the floor was a man, also naked, with his hard cock sticking away from his body. The cock glistened with my mother's saliva. She had just been on the. She says " my name is passion, whats yours daddy ? I told her and we start to chat about things we like and stuff like that when outta nowhere she says " daddy, I gotta be honest with u I haven't had sex in 3 months and I am about to explode ". I tell her that it's a coincidence because I hadn't had any GOOD sex in about the same amount of time. Then she says " do u wanna get outta here and go have some fun at my apartment ? I was drunk but not falling down stumbling drunk, so I said hell yea. It was something that was more basic and, I hate to admit it, more exciting. A tingling excitement and anticipation compared to deep-rooted contentment. A breathless exhilaration and feeling of being totally alive, compared to the safe feeling that ‘all is well in the world.’During our time in England, I’d been too happy at just ‘being with Chris’ to engage in much reflection or self-contemplation. But once back in Miami, things were slow at work and I found myself with plenty of time to think.