We took different means. She went home in auto and me (saying I was going to the city) in a bus. When I reached her house, I saw that she was unlockin... the door. She was fumbling with the keys and I knew that she was equally excited.I ran to the door just as she pushed it open. I went in and she was just a few feet ahead of me. I hugged her from behind and pulled myself back, slamming my back to the door. The door slammed shut and it hurt my back. But I did not care. I was busy kissing her ear.. I can't ... I've never even..." I started as we reached the front door."OK, OK ... relax Matt, just forget it OK? ... do you want to come in for drink still?" she said."Yeah well OK" I said feeling the pressure suddenly lift.Once inside I followed her into kitchen where she got a can of orange juice from the fridge and asked me what I wanted, I said water would be fine, I had a really dry mouth, I wasn't sure whether this was the effect of the drink from last night or just nerves."I'm really. Her red ceremonial toga hid her bountiful E-cup breasts. Her active life had given her a little gift of slender arms, toned thighs and legs as well as a flat, tone and smooth belly. Her waist was a healthy narrow as expected of her hourglass figure but her hips were wide, nice and well-suited for birthing children. Her ample ass was no less impressive. Beneath her mortar board cap was her towhead blonde hair. Reaching just below her mid-back, Derissa usually kept her hair tied up in a nice pony. Fuck! “Okay mom; it’s exactly what it looks like. But you always say we should get along more, right?” I said. I had to think of something, no matter how lame it may have sounded. “Not like this! Jessica, how could you do this to your brother?! You’re the eldest, so I’m holding you accountable!” Mom stated. We were in deep shit, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of my mom. She was what Jessica will look like in 20 years, and I was getting excited again. Right now, she was wearing a white Terry.