I closed the door behind me, walked over and crawled on the bed, not saying a word. I climbed up between her legs and gave her a deep, passionate kiss... like we had before. She held my face while we began to massage each others mouth with our tongues. She rolled me over so she could be on top, still keeping our kiss. I moved my hand up to her shirt and began to pull it off. She complied by lifting her arms up. Her beautiful breasts were revealed to me again. I grabbed them and began to gently. I playfully splashed him and swam away. He splashed me back and we had a laughing splash fight going when my mother opened the patio door and peeked out. Her face broke into a broad grin when she recognized Stanley. ‘Oh, hi Stanley. You never come over anymore. It’s so nice to see you. Sarah, your brother and I are going into town to the mall. Do you want to go?’ ‘Hi, Mrs. Jansen.’ Stanley waved back. ‘No thanks, mom. I’m going to hang out here with Stanley.’ ‘Ok, hon, we’ll be back in a couple. ’ I literally quivered in his arms. Pulling away from me, he stood up, and began undressing, exposing a semi hardened member. He said he had masturbated twice before I got there to insure that he would only be focusing on me, my needs and pleasures. I knew then just how serious he was about this quest of pleasure that I was to experience. As he got back onto the bed, he crawled over me…kissing me more…. slowly descending his kisses….down to my breasts…suckling on each of the nipples….then. Pero las cosas nunca son tan fáciles de olvidar. Esa noche mientras mi madre dormía, vinieron a mí las imágenes de los eventos del día. No podía dejar de pensar en la mano de mi madre sobre mi polla, la cual comenzaba a levantarse. La calentura fue más fuerte que yo y con mi madre dormida de espaldas a mi comencé a pajearme lentamente. Trate de imaginarme a las mujeres que había visto en la playa pero era caso perdido; todo lo que venía a mi mente era el cuerpo desnudo de mi madre, sus.