I didn’t want to spoil your birthday by making you cry. I am so sorry, baccha. And why are you crying? Come to Mamma, my dear baccha. (and she sprea...d her hand apart, inviting me to hug her)Me: Please, don’t say sorry. I need to say that.Mom: Sorry for what, my dear?There was no anger in her tone. There was only love and caring as usual. So I just went near her and hugged her. Now my head was on her bare boobs.Me: Sorry for everything.Mom: Apologies accepted for watching your Mom secretly. But. The first one I saw hadyou in it." Oh weird. I'd dreamed I caught the bus at the stop across from my newhouse. I was feeling lonely riding with a bunch of kids I didn't knowand wondering if you'd gotten to school yet when we pulled into theparking lot." Then you looked at me." And you looked at me."I pulled the covers up to my chin as I thought about what happened next.One moment I was hunched up on cold, concrete steps, the next moment Iwas sitting on something softer, wondering why there was. Streams of water ran off the points of her nipples and the tip of his dick, giving a totally sexy view to anyone who was passing by. They stepped down into the hot tub where the water temperature was slightly warmer than the air temperature. It was a refreshing feeling. The water gave a feeling of weightlessness to her boobs and his dick head floating toward the surface, swaying back and forth in the gentle currents of the water. She reached into his lap and began stroking his dick. Well my tittiesain't exactly a mouthful," I resorted to trash talk to hide myembarrassment.He grinned at me; his face lighting up and those deep blue eyes shining."This ain't my first rodeo ma'am, I could sorta tell when I was fumblingaround earlier that the decks were stacked; if'n you don't mind me mixingmy metaphors. Now you let me decide what's a mouthful and what ain't."Drew flicked open the top three buttons of my blouse and his fingers slidinside and caressed my skin. I gasped and he.