The answer, after several days of observing, staring, and overall feeling sort of creepy, was “no.”
Elle couldn’t do it. Amateur porn “I don’t know,” she answered. Marcia, out of breath, shook herself out of her trance, coming to her senses, and raised herself off of Ulysses, getting off the bed. She mimicked her mother’s tongue work, occasionally getting tips and advice from a pleased Marcia. The fell asleep, nude in each other’s arms once again. They were like sisters, like best friends, she was an authority figure, but more like an older, wiser, peer. Marcia offered her a glass, Elle politely declined. Maybe they were out of empathy or perhaps another reason. Elle took a deep breath and began slowly moving her hands up and down her mother’s back, following the valley of her spine, up and down over every aching muscle. The both came, shaking, quivering, and moaning. Placing her hands on Marcia’s waist she guided her to straddling position on top of Ulysses. “Oh wow, this is amazing, sweetie!” Marcia placed her bag on the bed, and checked out the bathroom. He made sure Marcia’s door was cracked slightly, so it could be pushed open without much noise.
