Mom slowly stroked my hard cock as Karen watched, her on one side of me, Mom on the other. Mom stopped stroking and let my cock twitch as she spoke."S...o I know you two are hot for each other... with good reason; you are both very attractive and sexy... but you can't risk a pregnancy. I will take of that particular act for our little big man here."She ran her fingernail along my cock, making it jump. They both giggled."But I am on the pill, Mom... besides, I won't let him cum in me," Karen. Coffee was poured and they sat down at a table in front of the window, overlooking the Place."As I told you on the phone last Friday, we got the Schellen project, the Wald Sauna," Helen began, "I'll have contracts in a week, and I have a signed letter of intent. But, we have a lot of work to do because we've changed a lot from the proposal in the competition."Marie looked resigned. "You did say you didn't think they could build it as requested." Right. Schellen said so, right at the start. He. " Oh?" Your father would say there's no endgame in sight." My father says many things," George replied. "Not all of it makes sense." My husband uses the word 'passion' but his passion is the one he feels when he prays to the Lord and He answers - or he thinks he answers. I'm not now sure whether our Lord was ever bothered by Martin's prayers - or the Reverend's for that matter. I do know, though, that Martin has never shown passion towards me. If we must part, I will always be grateful to you. Now in this weird state, Mom would doubly not listen to what her daughter had to say. It had to be me.So I found myself following Mom through the house until we reached the parlor. The room she never wanted anyone to enter. The carpet was soft, the lighting dim. I almost didn't see Mom standing by the window looking out at the lawn. She twitched when I put my hand on her shoulder."Oh, Peter," she said, turning to me with a smile. "I didn't hear you. You gave me quite a fright." No, Mom, not.