Just like any self satisfied male of any age, I fell asleep. The last thing I remembered saying to myself was that the mother daughter team should go ...home. Maybe I said it aloud.My mother found me still on the couch when she returned. She must have been shocked to see me lying on the couch with my dick still hanging out of my pants.I woke to her calling out my name.“Rick! What are you doing?”“Umm, Mom, I...”Not fully awake, I had difficulties finding words at this point.“Look at the mess you’ve. The flood of spasms in her abdomen and contractions of her limbs and involuntary thrusts of mom’s hips shook her like some internal quake that racked her whole body. Then she went very still for long moments. At last she let out a long contented sigh and almost with almost a purring said, “Oh, Goodd diid I NEED that!!!” mom caressed the back of my head and gave me several long lingering French kisses. Then she obviously but reluctantly climbed back to the other bed. We both went right to. It was beautiful, but it was also kind of obscene. How could any woman use that on herself and not feel silly? As large as it was, would it even fit? I kept looking at the thing and the questions kept stacking in my mind.Fuck it. I figured I could always wash it afterward. Besides, it had been two weeks since Henry moved out, and despite being immature, he was a tremendous lay. That boy knew how to fuck.I went into my bedroom and stripped off my pants. It had been a long day at the office and I. I woke again, much later; it was fully light ... and I was alone in the bed. I could, however, just hear the sound of the shower, so I followed my ears and my inclinations to the bathroom."Can I join you?" I asked.Her response was, "Do you need to ask?" Always," I said. "I never want to take you for granted." Then, yes ... please do."She washed me, thoroughly; I returned the favour – quite unnecessarily, of course, though she certainly wasn't complaining – but as is the way of such things, we.