Don was surprised, but Diane fell into a deep sleep within ten minutes after he turned the lights out. He waited another ten minutes then eased out of...bed, just sliding out from under the covers. He was glad that for once Diane hadn't thrown an arm over him when she went to sleep. As he was heading toward the door, he passed the chair beside the dresser where he had undressed and left his clothes and the dot kit holding his bathroom gear. He pulled a tube of KY lubricant out and took it with. We got up to our room and began undressing and kissing. He began reaching under my shirt and fondling my tits, then taking them out of the bra and sucking on them, savoring the flavor of the non-toxic strawberry lotion that I put on my body. He totally worshipped my tits. I began moaning and felt like I wanted to hump him instantly. So, he moved down my body, removing my clothes down to the lengerie. He looked at my revealed crotch and smiled. Do you want clothes on or off? Clothes On, I. Thursday, he again rose on time and went through a similar ritual in the bathroom, this time, as he stroked his hand along the length of his young cock, finding it easier still to picture her hanging off the end of it. He was anxious to get to the kitchen, but again he found it hard to stuff his cock back inside his briefs and had to wait until his raging hard-on had cooled slightly. Not that he wanted it flaccid. He wanted to be hard enough to force his mother's cheeks apart as he pushed. She let sunlight in for the plants now and then but they were from the north so a shortage of light didn’t matter too much to them. Mostly they wrapped their sticky little tendrils around any insects that crept into her room and ate those instead. The one on the far right must have just caught a fly by the way its leaves were steadily curling towards the center. Yet she found no satisfaction in it. Nothing seemed to satisfy her this morning. Not the drawings she made nor the carvings that lay.