There was a permanent smile and unyielding enthusiasm about getting home and she happily rubbed the back of my hand as I finished my coffee. Every tim... the conversation edged towards sex, Maisie steered it away and I was a little suspicious, but she whispered that we all knew why we had met and she didn't feel comfortable talking about it so brazenly.I was feeling ambiguous. There was something Maisie and Annie were not telling me, but the small alcohol intake had dulled my inhibitions, and the. I was on my side kissing her as I felt her body by mine. I slid one finger inside of her opening gliding up and down. Then added a second and she told me where to pressure her. Thumb pressed her clitoris so she felt some pressure. Her gasp told me this was special and I learn how to touch. I lick my fingers to enjoy her nectar; she pulled them to her for some too. I learned to share the tastes from her and the smells of our lust.She them had me move on my back talking control. Mounting me she. “I am sorry, Brad, I’m still half asleep. I used to get the tissues for your father when he would masturbate. I guess old habits die hard. So go ahead and do it. I won’t watch if you don’t want me to.”“Oh my god Mom, it’s bad enough that you caught me doing it. Now you’re telling me to keep doing it, and you would watch if I let you.”In an embarrassed whisper, I said, “Oops, sorry, another slip of the tongue. I watched your father, so that kind of just came out.”The noise from the next room got. Unsurprisingly, the butterflies had fled while I lay senseless. Had I a way of deducing their path, I would have tried to follow.Luck, however, had not completely abandoned me. A bolt of electricity illuminated the outline of a fissure, one that had been hidden from me beneath the multitude of insects earlier, or so I surmised. Naturally, I made my way towards it, seeking a more substantial shelter then merely curling up against the craggy wall.It was a tight fit, but one I was able to navigate.