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"I don't think my mother remembers last night." I commented to my cousin as we shifted the couch.
We'd just made a start on this when my mother joined us and the room soon took on a semblance of order.
I was still thinking about the way my mother was acting when I saw Ray wink at me, I watched him move over to my mother who was bending to pick up something and quite deliberately stroke her backside.
Of course all this thinking about my mother and what we had done to her gave me an erection, I decided to save it rather than wank in the hope of using it properly later in the day.
There also seemed to be a hint that his remaining time would not be dull and I got the feeling that those plans would not include me."right now there's a lot to do before Zelda arrives." My jaw literally dropped at her response while Ray gave her bottom a pat, turning and grinned at me before going back to tidying the room.
Needless to say my mind was instantly full of the fact that my mother was apparently willing to be fucked again, my thoughts were interrupted by the telephone ringing.
As were Ray's last words: 'Dave, trust me on this, despite what she said your mum will give us her body again with barely any hesitation.
I still thought he was wrong, but I was more than happy to be proved wrong."but I have some clearing up to do after last night." "We could help." I blurted out.
"Dave will have both his favourite women under one roof!
" My mother laughed while I blushed, but I noticed that my mother made no comment to Ray's words."breakfast's almost ready." My semi-hard cock grew stiffer forming a bulge in my trousers as I looked at my mother standing at the kitchen work surface, she was dressed in a light flowery frock, but my memories were seeing past the dress to the body it covered.
As I sort of stumbled to the kitchen table I remembered how my mother's fair skinned, blonde haired, tall, slender body had felt against mine the previous night.
The memory of her thirty-four inch boobs moving under my hands filled my mind to be replaced a moment later by the delightful memory of how her shaven pussy had felt as it slid up and down on my cock.