The room smelled deliciously of sex; my mother’s sex. Porn She answered with staccato gasps timed to each stroke. I’ve… OH. “Ever do anything with her?” I asked. Just a small one. “That’s right.”
She said “huh!” in that way people do when they think something is kind of amusing. I was possessed. “After a few hours, though, we realized we weren’t having a dry how-to talk anymore.” She winked at me. The younger woman maneuvered the older one on top of her, still caressing, and they ground their mounds together, panting in each other’s faces and whispering. She could see she’d upset me, and she knelt beside me (I was sitting on the — closed — toilet seat).
