She wrapped her arms around herself as the air was beginning to get to her. It wasn’t long when she reached her flats security door. Fumbling in her... bag for her keys took forever as she had to use the torch on her phone to even find them. She thought she had put them in her bag but to no avail she couldn’t find them. She even patted her jacket down hoping they may be in the side pockets. Her heart sank. Surely she hadn’t left them on the desk at work or on the train. Behind her came a low. She knew the staff were well rewarded for their efficient and unimposing behavior.Claire flowed into Joe's arms for a longer and deeper kiss. His lips on hers brought back a flood of memories of their earlier times together. She swooned and welcomed his tongue and roaming hands.Joe softly said, "Claire, lose the dress – everything but the shoes, stockings, and pearls." He sat down to watch the strip tease he knew would follow. She'd occasionally done this for him before, but she'd never been so. Boys never tell. They just wanna screw. So Arty, now that he had shot his load, was ready to quit fooling with me. He kinda pushed me back and said I have to go pee and went upstairs to pee. I was all hot and confused. What should I do now? Somehow I knew he was not gonna want to fool around anymore so I put my PJs back on and went to bed. Even though I didnt get to a point where I was satisfied sexually I had learned a lot in that encounter. I was also now aware of my body and the sensations. Maybe the next time that dad goes out of town you can try and nail her."Mary had planted the thought and I found that it wouldn't go away. At forty-five my mom was still a fox, something that I guess that I had always known in the back of my mind, but she was my mom so I never looked at her that way. Then I committed incest with my sister and didn't get struck down by a bolt of fiery lightening and then Mary made the comment about nailing mom and suddenly that was all I could think about. Mind.