His brain must have comprehended but not believed what he'd just heard. "You mean..."He didn't need to finish the question. Mum was nodding her head v...igorously, her eyes closed and her expression dreamy. "Yes, Mr Daniels, I want to feel your prick up my arse’. Right now!"His disbelief and shocked reaction obviously pleased her and, reaching up to his face, she planted her mouth squarely on his, forcing her tongue inside.“You bitch,” I muttered enviously.She broke off the kiss and looked at him. "I wasn't expecting you to do that. Can we try again?" Her voice was soft, almost in awe. I felt my desire spike and I moved in more slowly, more deliberately and kissed her again.This time I felt Amber moving, felt her breathing, felt the heat of her. It was still ‘just’ lips, nothing more, but they were moving over and against each other. The warmth spread through my entire body, concentrating in certain parts, as always. Did all men feel like this or was I special (or cursed)?Almost. Her figure is disguised as usual by her thin raincoat but she still shows a curvy silhouette. Her voice is educated with a slight Cornish accent, which I find very sexy. “You’re pulling my leg?” Putting her weight onto her right leg and curving her spine she says, “You’ve not answered my question.” “I have no doubt what-so-ever” I say smiling at her. “It’s your move,” she replied. Deciding to call her buff, I request, “Give me your knickers?” She slips her hand into her pocket and hands me her. I hadto hope she had room for an escapee.I watched my aunt drive up in a nice mini-van and wished I was dressed insomething nicer than torn jeans and a khaki work shirt. She came in, saidsomething to the waitress and sat down across from me. She gave me abrief smile, looked me up and down, nodded thanks when her cup of coffeearrived and finally spoke."So Andrew, you finally had enough of Carl. I can't say I blame you. Ihoped that Michelle, your mother, would have left home a long time ago..