Lives do change in an instant. Somewhere, in a spare corner where my mind still retains the ability to work, I remember how I used to scoff at the notion. Now, I suffer the humility. Of course, it's but a pinprick compared to the all the other emotions raging inside. Lust and greed are busy making out. Surprise and disbelief stare at each other. Excitement and trepidation are at war.<br/><br/>The physical manifestation of this state of being is my jaw hitting the floor.<br/><br/>I've just borne witness to two nude women, one my sexual mentor whose body exists to inspire and later quell any doubt I could possibly have and the other so forbidden I wonder how I haven't burst into flames. The Devil must be a sucker for righteous fools gone irreverently bad - there's an idea for a website - or perhaps he is simply too busy to notice a son getting hard from the sight of his mother's tits.<br/><br/>"Make her wait," a voice rings in my ear. It's familiar. And beautiful. It's Andi's. I turn to look at her now, darkness that she had kindled on a whim swirling with such menace that any sane person would court second thoughts. She, however, has a smile and I spot obvious flecks of pride in it.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://68.media.tumblr.com/115450cf6ad5444819998250c926f29d/tumblr_n9n1jzdDNx1sg4fnqo1_400.gif)</div>We kiss, sloppily, loudly, ferociously. "Mmmmm," I groan as if feasting on the rarest of delicacies. My body twists to face hers, nestling in close. My hands drift down her waist, seeking a bounty that inspires me in ways few things in this universe do. "Mmmmmmmm..." This time my voice is softer, but it lingers. "So round and juicy and lovely." The crack that follows could only have come from one source. And judging from mother's blindfold, I'm quite sure she could make a well-informed guess.<br/><br/>I press my erection against Andi's thigh with a deliberately slow thrust of my hip. She'd made it clear in no uncertain terms that her advice should frequently be used against her. And since it was her striptease that has driven me into this mood, I find it only fair that she gets first taste. "Kneel with her."<br/><br/>It is the first time I'd spoken to a woman left her with no choice in the matter. A chill thunders down my spine. I know in my heart that Andi had been waiting for this. I can't explain why but I would stake my life on the fact that her pussy had gotten a whole lot wetter.<br/><br/>So it was that I strode forth into the rest of my life, cock first.<br/><br/>First, as if there was any doubt, I guided that ready and willing length along mummy's darling lips, biting my own to prevent an "Oh fuck, please" from tumbling forth. She may be blindfolded, but she could very well recognise my voice. Moaning is one thing, whispers are another but the moment incestuous contact had been made, I was ready to scream.<br/><br/>"More," I grunted to mask my identity, while also drawing Andi in on the action. My head lolls back and knees tremble just enough to make it plain that I am, in fact, in heaven. Let the pearly gates swing open.<br/><br/>