She knew you were still alive, so she wasn’t too worried.” Cecilia stood. “I must report back to the others that you are safe.”“I don’t wa...t you to go.”Cecilia smiled. “I shall return, a runsearc.” She blew him a kiss and faded from sight.Sitting in the darkness, Mike waited. There was nothing else to do but listen to the storm that raged outside.“I don’t understand what your problem is.” His mother told him, weaving in and out of traffic. Her breath was dangerous, some concoction of whiskey,. Dildo, just where she left him the night before, next to her pillow.She got up and with a grimace and a pounding headache, found her robe. She wrapped it around her body, not even bothering to put a shirt on underneath. She went downstairs to her kitchen and made coffee for herself as she got the paper from outside.When Mike awoke he thought last night was a dream, atleast until he saw his lube on the desk. He pulled on a pair of boxers and went downstairs, still smelling of semen and ball. ."Her sentence had faded in mid air. Said or unsaid though themessage was the same. David shook his head to rid himself of thememory of the thought. He felt his hair brush against his cheek,his earrings lightly kiss the soft skin by his ears. The thoughtsmiled at him gently and retreated to the fringe of hisconsciousness, where it jostled with other feminine concerns thatnow seemed to congregate there. Always present, not quite in theshadows any more, smiling at him, whispering to him.He was to. ” Carol protested.“Mother, you just told my own brother to lick my tits,what’s the difference. It’s still incest.” Amy argued.“I guess you’re right I did tell him to do that didn’tI.” Carol giggled.“Do you think he will lick my titties?” Carol asked herdaughter.“If he is crazy enough to not want to, then I’ll lickthem clean.” Amy offered.Carol blushed at the suggestion from her daughter.“Quick honey before.