The main room had a big sectional couch and a few uncomfortable folding chairs. I came back in just loose shorts and an old tee. Mom had on a long tee and, I assume, panties under it.
I sat at the opposite end of the sectional.
"Rex, come sit next to me, please."
I changed positions. The evening was cool, and with the windows open, a gentle breeze flowed through the room. Mom unfurled the fleece from the back of the couch and covered us.
"Better?" she asked.
"Much, thanks," I replied, feeling her warm thigh against mine. My mind ran back to that morning - to watching my mother masturbate while watching a mother and son have s*x. My p***s swelled - no surprise there - and I forced my mind to go elsewhere; it didn't help. Mom moved her hand to my leg, near my knee. It felt good.
We sat
