“Uh… no… I spent the day in bed. I got that bad 24 hour flu that has been going around.” she replied, avoiding eye contact while she set up th...e coffee maker.“Jeez, that’s a real shame. Everyone’s talking about it but there isn’t a single picture of it anywhere, not on the news, in the papers, or even online. Normally if someone falls off their motorcycle, people have their phones ready to upload it to Youtube before he even hits the ground. And it was almost right in the middle of the city. I realized then that I had a super hot mother on my hands. It was then that I decided that I could not only totally make her do anything I wanted, as she had invited me to try, but make her into my total slut fantasy woman, too. It was from that point on that my mother started leading a double life. When my dad was home on nights and weekends, she would be the supposedly faithful and dutiful wife to my father. But during the day, she would turn into a shameless, wanton, incestuous slut/whore. It went on ringing. They continued to ignore it.Rupert gently raised Samantha to her feet and led her to the kitchen. Henry and Henrietta were there. Rupert helped her into a chair where she sat with her head in her hands."A cup of hot, sweet tea," said Rupert. Henry put the kettle on."I tried to be patient and calm," Samantha whimpered."You were, darling, until he started shouting," answered Rupert."He accused Henry and me of being lovers." What?" exclaimed Henry.Rupert roared with laughter.. Oh, gee. There was no turning back. I gently massaged her breast and then I lightly tongued her nipple. Her hands were now on my shoulders, her knees on the sides of my hips and her bare pussy hovering right over the expanse of my crotch.She helped me out of my shirt and then she settled down on to my lap.“Well,” she softly asked, “How do you feel?”I grabbed both of her bare boobs in my hands and dug in my fingers. I closed my eyes. I couldn’t believe this was happening.Regina’s light brown.