“I don’t remember anything! I was naked, too. Yes, this is Cheryl Matthews, I’m Justin Matthews’s mother? I didn’t care. “Fuck me! I bet she was sexy. “You think so?”
She ignored it. “What we have done, to most people, is wrong, wrong, wrong. Kisses and hands on my bare hips. And I just laid back, my body shaking with the feel of her mouth and tongue, and let her work. She was my mother. One hand clutched at the back of my head and her hips undulated, demanding more. And then she abruptly melted with a release of breath, collapsing on me utterly, her strength totally given out. Yes, walking! I wanted to so bad. Covered with a blanket, couldn’t see who it was. I didn’t even know if she wanted me to do that. None of it was mine. I loved it; I felt like I was getting just as deep inside her with less than half the work.
