"Ohhhhhhhh! God! Fuck me, Nick!" Mom moans, as I begin moving in and out of her, with long, slow strokes. Parting her lips with my tongue, we begin a slow, steady rhythm, kissing and moving in tandem, with the taste of sex on our entwined tongues increasing our arousal. Rather than our usual slamming against each other, our bodies dance together in a slow grind, building momentum and driving us to a frenzied, manic crescendo that leaves us sweat-soaked and depleted.

As our breathing returns to normal, I check the clock and it is 6:45. I'm supposed to meet Maggie in fifteen minutes. I slowly disentangle myself from the sheets...