She was sitting on the edge of her bed looking atme with a seriousness I have never seen before. Shepatted the mattress. I sat down and began playing ...withmy hands while looking down at her cute dainty feet."Alex, what you asked me today, no son should ask ofhis mother. I understand the mental and physical painyou must be going through, and I want to let you knowthat we will work this out." Mom...I" She raised a hand to silence me."Let me finish, baby." Okay, mom." I must admit I was taken aback. Usually I managed to offer her my help doing things around the house. I helped put clean linen on her bed a lot as that afforded me a good opportunity to peek down her blouse as she bent over to make the bed. I never was sure if she knew what I was doing, but since I offered my help and she always accepted, I didn’t care. But in my mind I did wonder if she was showing herself to me on purpose. My answer would come in the winter of 1971. This is when the real story happened. I was over. Her body was warm. A fire was building down between her legs, a fire stoked only by the obscene picture of the naked man standing before her and for some reason she knew she would not be able to resist if he so much as touched her.Martin walked toward her. Standing only a foot from her he held out his hand and touched her breast, teasing a nipple with his fingers. His large penis hung waiting, like a patient cobra between his legs. It was soft and heavy. "You've finished with your childish. She was like a woman possessed with achieving one thing. An orgasm!Cindy began shouting, "Oh God, oh God, oh my God! Please don't stop! I am going to orgasm any second now! Please don't stop! Oh God, oh God, Oh God!"Suddenly, Cindy shouted at the top of her lungs, "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"That was too much for my br*other Michael to take, so he hopped off his bar stool and ran over to the dance floor. He quickly stripped naked then picked up Cindy in his powerful arms and carried.