I pulled off the blankets and looked down at her. Her eyes were wide open as she looked upwards. She was the loveliest angel I had ever set eyes upon.... I kissed her lips and they felt surprising cold. Perhaps she just had some ice cream I thought. My lover tonight had decided to take the passive approach. Leave me in charge to do with her as I pleased. It was her way of playing hard to get. I kissed down her neckline and teased around her nipples. She exercised total control keeping oh so still. Just after about half an hour,she went out from son's bedroom and closed the door carefully.Maybe her son already fell asleep.Still from upstairs, she looked at me still watching tv downstairs,"..you still awake ? You dont feel sleepy yet ?", she asked."Maybe later soon, Aunty..".Then she went to her own bedroom and closed the door.About almost 10 or 20 minutes later,I accidentally heard this so low noise from upstairs,"..ssh, uhmm.. ohh.. .. .. sssh.. ohh.. aww.. yess..",then silence. For all I knew, they fucked more than once that night. I was thrilled that they still cared enough for each other to do that. So many of my friends reported that their parents hardly spoke to each other at this stage of their marriage. I was not upset by the exhibition because I had seen it for years, and I was there in the tub to help if one of them had a problem and was about to drown.Mom had shown me how to masturbate, and I did that while I sat in the tub. I am not sure what to give credit. Dad told me later that he pulled Joe off my dick just before he thought the boy was about to loose consciousness, my dick and the load I was spurting down his throat and blocking his airway. With my dick finally out of his mouth, he coughed-up several big blobs of my cum, which landed between my hips. I couldnt believe how much there was, knowing that Joe had to have swallowed some of it too. Then Dad made one more suggestion, which I followed, making Joe lick-up all the cum hed spit all over.