I had no concerns as Kelly could always have whatever fun she wanted to and it was her job to babysit Gina.Scott and I had our quarter down and were s...oon playing and winning way more than we lost. So, for the next hour (okay, maybe two) (okay, probably more) we were focused on getting the little white ball in the goal. I was perfecting my goalie Z-bank shot. It was my thing. Hard as hell to defend against and I was really getting it down.Kelly and Gina were surrounded by a group of about five. Kari could usually, with a bit of effort, cheer him up, and after twenty minutes talking and joking and flirting with her, his mood usually improved. Over time though, it took longer and longer to bring him out of his melancholy, which worried both Kari and Crystal.One thing that almost always worked still was having sex with one or both of them. It was hard to stay depressed while making love to a gorgeous girl, even harder with two of them. Crystal told him that their job was to make him. “Can we have a deal? You keep calling me ‘Mom,’ and I keep calling you ‘Lord.’ Not that you have any obligation, but I love the idea of a constant reminder that my own son basically owns me and can do whatever he wants with me. Not to mention that I’m my son’s wife now. I love being married to you, Lord, being wed to my own son! Deal?” Mom pleaded with me, using her quivering lower lip to good effect.“Very well, then. Just remember that I reserve the right to do this to you, Mom,” I pulled out. I bit my lip as I surveyed her firm, tanned figure and wondered how I could appear "casual" as I walked out the door.When she heard the door slide open, Aunt Jane looked up with her usual great smile and chirped, "Hi, I was wondering when you would show up. I'm starved!" Class ran long," I replied, "and my stomach is eating a hole in my backbone." Let's eat!" she said, raising the back of her lounge to a near vertical position as I approached with tray in hands. She motioned to the small table.