Meeting My Mother Chapter Three
We were in almost the same position when I awoke in the morning, except that she'd thrown one leg over my hip and I was extremely conscious of her feminine warmth against my groin. She stirred and lifted her head to look at me."Oh no," she groaned. "So it wasn't a dream.""No, Mum, sorry."She lay her head back down on my chest."Don't be sorry, Tommy, I'm not.""Neither am I, Mum.""You know we can't make love, Darling.""Yes, Mum, of course.""I want to, God knows I do, but we just can't.""It's okay...
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