You can sleep on the train.” She lay in his arms as if she were considering that, although not relaxed. Soon, though, she rejected it and moved to g...et up. All right, the room was chilly. Still, she not only got up but wrapped herself in the concealing nightgown, then the robe, and then the apron.He put on his own robe to make the bed. Then he moved to his chair to watch her cook. It was grilled-cheese sandwiches, which always reminded him of her -- a crisp outside hiding the warm, gooey, tasty. My young mother who was 42 years, my father 49 years and me and my elder brother. I had started my graduation and my brother had completed his studies and was earning. He had got his job a year back and was on probation. He was athletic and well built. My mother was a housewife and was very energetic.In my college I was surrounded by friends who were of the same age and all of them were conscious of themselves. We would joke, tease each other commenting on sexual organs of boys and sex in. I instantly regretted the big hands comment. I saw her go over to the cabinet and get out a camera and video equipment. Soon I saw my ass on a small color television with the dildo being rubbed up and down. The proportions did not look good to me. I heard the click of the camera shutter and saw Amy coating the dildo with K-Y and then felt (and saw) her rub some on my anus. The camera clicked again with a glob of K-Y glistening on my ass. I saw Amy move forward and felt the tip of the dildo. Both fingers now deep inside worked at us. I could hear my pulse. We kept at it for several moments and then suddenly she stopped and placed her hands either side of her. Her legs were still spread. I, of course, did the same. We sat like that, silent in the soft light of the bedroom, motionless. ‘Ask me if you can lick me.’ ‘Can I lick you?’ Her eyebrow did that question thing again. ‘Please?’ She nodded and I rolled forward so my face was at her and I licked, lapping at her, suckling on that.