”“But you’ve never had an orgasm?” I asked.“Not like that,” she said, starting to recover her voice.“That was spectacular for your first... one,” I said. “Now, though, it’s time for something completely different.”She looked at me, eyes widening as I stood up. I reached out to her, took her hands, and pulled her to a sitting position.I brought her hands to the waist of my khakis and left them there. I was going to enjoy getting the damn things off. “Okay,” she murmured as she set about unbuttoning. The first look she gave me was very un-motherly, but then she smiled. "Thanks anyway," she told the phone, "but I won't be needing you."She snatched the keys and hugged me. "You changed your mind?"I pulled away and looked at her, trying to give her a Cinnamonesqe-type appraisal. "Woman, how long have you been my mother?" A few years." And you haven't learned yet not to wake me abruptly and ask questions? You know the drill: poke me a few times with a sharp stick, stand back a safe distance, and. I smile, the first time today, remembering all the hot, sunny days spent in this serenity. I shut off the engine, open my door, and step out into the fresh air. I walk down the narrow path to the pier and sit at its edge, watching the moon and stars gently ripple along the water's reflection. The lake is so calm, ironic compared to the craziness of life. I take off my boots and trail my toes across the water's surface. I yawn, realizing just how tired I am in the calming surroundings.My eyelids. You find yourself squeezing your ass around his dick, loving the full feeling of him inside you, as you move your hips. Slowly grinding, back and fourth, up and down, moving against the bedding, you are bringing yourself to orgasm. You kiss him deeply and sigh as you begin to feel your semen spilling out, onto the sheets.You can tell yourself that you didn’t mean to fall asleep, yet here you are. Waking up next to him, you can’t help yourself but to look under the sheets at his beautiful soft.