I yawned, convinced that the nights odd experience was just a dream. I didn't tell anyone about it at breakfast, feeling emberassed at having a drea...m that I was my sister. If I had told them, I didn't think I'd ever live it down. However, that night, it happened again. I woke up suddenly, feeling someone next to me. Nervously, I slid to the side, and saw that it was my own Mom in bed next to me. Again I was in shock, but my memory of the night before calmed me down, ensuring me that. We laid there panting with our faces just inches apart. Probably both thinking the same thing… what’s next? I bent down and kissed closed eyelid… then her cheek… then her neck. When my lips touched her neck, she released a low, sexy moan. I kissed her neck for a while and let her squirm under my body. My left leg was between hers, and I could feel her starting to press her hips up against it. I raised my head and looked into her eyes. There were tears there, yet, I had enough feel for the. We live a pretty comfortable life and money has never been one of our problems. I make good money working as an auto mechanic and together Dawn and I manage a twenty-five-unit motel, which gives us a three-room apartment for free. Dawn is paid fifteen hundred a month to do the cleaning and counter work and I do the maintenance and repairs. The place is really not that hard to take care of since eleven of the units are really small apartments that are rented by the month and Dawn is not required. Tasha was falling asleep as Gayle bathed her, and barely kept her eyes open for the first few verses of, A. A. Milne’s, ‘Winnie-the-pooh’. Tasha stroked her daughter’s hair, and then, even in the stifling heat, walked over, closed, and locked the window. She left the room, leaving on Pooh’s glow-in-the-dark face night light plugged into the floor outlet by the door. She went into the bathroom, closed the door, and pulled off her sundress. She looked at herself critically in the mirror behind.