A moan escaped her lips as she played with her breasts. Her right hand grabbed roughly at her tit, while her left hand twisted and tweaked her nipple.... She moaned softly at her self-pleasure. Her right hand traveled down her taut stomach towards the apex of her thighs. Her finger found her engorged clit and she flicked it, causing her to gasp. Gradually, she flicked it harder and faster. Her breathing became more labored and her heart was pounding. Using three of her fingers, she rubbed her. It was nearly a daily occurrence, but given the state of grogginess I was in I just ignored it and went back to sleep every time. Until one particular night, I woke up again. This time, I did not hear the usual whispers but rather, heavy breathing and panting along with passionate moans that had propagated and wafted to my ears.I tried to go back to sleep, but the sounds were particularly noisy that night. Thinking back on it, that was probably the first time I had woken up in the midst of them. Sue groaned again. “John, it’s not the shoulders that hurt.”“Maybe not, but they’re still tense.”After a minute, Sue said, “This really isn’t helping.”“Okay, let’s try something else.”John walked over to Sue’s dresser. He pulled out a set of pajamas and a pair of panties. “C’mon. Let’s take a bath.”“After that last disaster? How is that supposed to help?”“Well, third time’s the charm, right? And if nothing else, it’ll get your mind off your assignment for a while.”Sue groaned, but got up. “You. Patty had valiantly resisted her craving to fuck her son again, but she still hungered for his prick, and both of them knew it. Patty had immediately stopped playing with her cunt, trying to act stern as she asked Walter to leave. Walter had just grinned and stripped off his pajamas. Now he was only seconds away from getting his cock back into her pussy, where they both knew it belonged."Please, Walter! Don't fuck Mommy's cunt again! No, Walter, no! Tell... tell your counselor about it this.