”When they got home, Mom used the telephone to report to Sam what had happened at the park. She recommended that the park be closed for the duration...because they had been lucky today, but she could not promise that for the future. Sam agreed and called the mayor for him to order that and to have signs put up announcing the fact that the park was closed because of the current danger.Dad and I showed up at home for lunch before they had finished eating, and Mom fixed us some sandwiches, too. That. ... Beer. A house is not a home without beer in the fridge. Crap. Well, I may as well check out the bar down the street. "The Tavern" I could handle; it doesn't matter if the management has no imagination, as long as the regulars have such -and the management doesn't get in their way. Still, "La Taverna" sounds like it's run by illegal emmigrants with no imagination and no English-speaking staff, either.Shouldn't be a problem. You don't have to know much Spanish to get drunk or laid, if you're. I didn't hear any sound from her bathroom so I assumed she was downstairs. With a smile on my face, I hauled my ass into the bathroom to shower and dress. Once done, I headed down to the kitchen, my stomach growling with hunger.Mom was at her usual spot, at the sink filling the coffee pot. She was wearing the night shirt I was growing very fond of; it naturally hugged her bottom and outlined her panties."Morning, Mom."Turning her head, Mom gave me one of her million watt smiles and said, "Good. Angela struggled for a moment before one button opened, then another moment and another button. My erect shaft popped out into her hand. She stared in awe at its drooling head and veiny length, stroking it delicately, as gingerly as she most likely touched herself.I kept my eyes on her. She crouched down and reached up the legs of her shorts. The crumpled waist of her panties came down around her ankles, firstly off one and then the other as she stood. She held the garment out for me to see..