The nuns had strict ideas about things like that. As had my parents. How many days were there in 18 years? That was how many times I’d woken up alon...e. This time was different. Waking up with a man in my bed, his arm draped casually across my body, with his hand cupping, well almost cupping my breast freaked me out. Just a little. But it was definitely there. A kind of panic was trapped in my chest. Trapped by the hand touching my boob through the soft material of my pyjamas. However, it. I pushed mom away and onto the bed. I spread her legs and buried my face in her sweet smelling cunt. Her aroma and the soft bush on my face pushed me on. "Oh Max, don't stop, I am cumming! It has been so long!" Mom said squeezing her legs tightly around my head and pushing her pussy into my face. As soon as she loosened her grip I pulled my self up and let my cock slid into mom's tight cunt. It was so much better than I imagined. I had always wondered what it would be like to fuck my mom and. She is a little uncomfortable at the restaurant and not sure what to order. I order for her and notice that the wait staff is detouring the walk by and look down her blouse. I make an excuse and ask the head waiter to stop the detouring. A few minutes back at the table and the head waiter bring a bottle of wine and after he checks her ID, we drink a toast to beginnings."Dave, I don't know if it is the wine, or you did something or what but I suddenly feel much more comfortable. I was feeling on. "Can you play it again, Uncle Steven?" Of course."He did so and watched the same range of emotions, less the intense concentration, move across her face."Well?" he asked at the end."Beautiful! It's so romantic." It is, isn't it?" How does the player... ?" Pianist." What?" The pianist. That's what a piano player's called." Oh! How does the pianist manage to play that fast bit?" Years of practice mostly." I bet. I'd love to see the dance that goes with it some day." You shall and that's a.