She would wiggle her bottom into me for a few seconds, push down, and resume her sliding and grinding. Let’s get your underwear back on and you can go back to sleep.”
When Dad came home from work, Mom got up to fix his breakfast. She pulled her slip up to her waist, leaned over me, and adjusted her scratchy down-there hair until her center was just over my penis. *Fade to black.*
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The last time I remember Mom and I naked together in bed starts with us laying side-by-side on our backs and talking. Thinking back, I’ve since come to the conclusion that any misgivings Mom may have had for her indiscretion were wiped away by her not hearing me mention this incident in her bed to her, Dad, or my siblings. She relaxed her lower weight. But I wasn’t then, and am still not, much of a talker. We were dirt-poor and stayed in various cheap rental houses or apartments, & at least one tiny trailer. I wasn’t sure what I was doing, but Mom didn’t seem unhappy…after a while I suppose I got better at it. Mom picked up on my irritation and paused. Mom turned her head to look directly at me and said softly. I did what she told me to do. So I started lightly sucking her nipple.
