Jane Finds Herself
Copyright© 2025 by ghostwritten
Chapter 50
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 50 - While trapped on a family camping trip, Jane has an unusual run-in with a man at the washrooms. Fighting her fears and anxieties, Jane continues to meet with him each night and even befriends his daughter Riley... who looks remarkably like her.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft ft/ft Fa/ft Consensual Heterosexual Incest Spanking Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration First Facial Fisting Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Squirting Voyeurism Small Breasts
I had a lot of time to think and reflect during my drive home. I usually crank up the music while I drive, but I wanted the silence to think. Since it was just me, myself, and the road, things were starting to feel real again. That whole weekend felt like a fever-dream that I was just coming out of, but it was real. Without Carla, Curtis, or Riley around me, the sheer scope of everything was falling on me again.
I left the Sommers’ house that morning after a fun final shower with Riley and promised Curtis and Carla that I’d come back soon. I gave everyone a hug when they walked me out to the car. I watched them wave me off as I pulled away. It only took ten minutes alone for things to become real.
My biggest worry now - the one I’d been pushing aside - was how to tell Mom and Dad. How do I crush their hearts with the knowledge that their child died, and I was the result of a mix-up? It was something that I didn’t know how to even start, let alone know how to get those words out. No matter what, they are my parents, and I love them; nothing would ever change that. It did put this whole summer into perspective though.
There is so much that I have been worried about that isn’t important at all. What people thought of me, what and how I acted, and letting old wounds fester. The truth was, none of those things mattered, not in the grand scheme of things. What really matters is having people around me that love and appreciate me for who I really am.
I knew I had that with Riley and my mom. I think I could get that from several other people like Brad, Brian, and Dad. I could see the importance of being true to myself, open and honest, and good things coming from that. It worked being open with Mom, and her trusting me with the truth of Dad’s past. We likely would have avoided a lot of issues and heartache, had I known about what had happened to him in his youth. Maybe Denise and Crystal would have gotten together sooner, had Denise been open about her feelings; or Val avoided dating guys like Dale, and if she allowed herself to be open with her own internal feelings.
All these things ran through my mind as I made the two-hour drive home. Every mile I traveled closer, brought on more thoughts and feelings, different angles and ideas on what I should say or do. I could just bury all of it, pretend I hadn’t learned anything about the past at all. It wouldn’t change much on my parents’ end. I was still their daughter and always would be. I could tell Carla and Curtis that I accepted them as my birthparents, but didn’t want to tell Mom and Dad the truth to protect them ... or maybe it was just myself I was protecting.
As I left the highway and took the exit home, I still hadn’t come up with a plan. The more I thought about it though, the more it seemed like the truth was the right answer. I just had to sit them down and be honest; lay it all out there and rip the Band-Aid off. It was the only sensible thing to do, and everything I’d been through told me it was the correct path. I repeated that to myself over and over again, when I pulled into my parents’ parking space and climbed out of the car.
Grabbing my bags from the car I walked around to the front of the building, up the stairs to the front door, and unlocked it. I lugged up the three flights of stairs to the third floor and unlocked our front door. I let out a sigh, turned the handle, and walked through the front door.
“Hey, Jane’s home!” Mom said cheerfully. “Did you have a good visit, honey?”
I dropped my bags at my feet and rushed over to hug Mom, tightly wrapping my arms around her waist. She froze as I squished her hard, surprised at my sudden and direct affection. In the corner of my eye, I saw Dad casually walk into view from the bathroom area. He smiled when he saw me, and I let go of Mom, rushed over to him, and threw my arms around him, too.
“Sweetheart, it’s nice to see you, too,” Dad said, as I buried my head in his chest. “Is everything ok?”
“It’s fine ... everything is fine...” I said, trying to hold back tears.
I don’t know why, but seeing them in the flesh, reverted me to a little girl, rushing home after my first day at school. I felt so scared, yet happy to be home at the same time. I needed to feel the warm and safe embrace of my parents again, and to know everything was going to be alright. I didn’t know if it would be, but it at least made me feel like it would.
“Honey, did something happen? Is Riley ok?” asked Mom as she sat on the living room couch.
I let go of Dad’s waist but took his hand and led him over to the couch as well. I sat down next to Mom and had Dad sit on the other side of me. I took hold of one of their hands in mine and gripped them tight. Looking from one to the other, I could see the worry and concern growing on their faces. My actions were strange to them and out of character.
“Riley’s fine. Her parents aren’t getting divorced,” I explained, but the next words caught in my throat and I stopped talking.
“That’s good, isn’t it?” Mom said with complete bewilderment.
“It is. They were very happy to have me there, though.” Once again, my words failed me. I didn’t know if I could do this. It was even harder than I imagined, and I imagined it being the worst thing ever.
Dad looked from me to Mom and back again, “You’re acting very unusual, Jane. You’re kind of freaking us out.”
“Did something happen with you and Riley’s dad again?” Mom blurted out. “Did he force you to do anything you didn’t want to?”
“I don’t want to hear this,” Dad said suddenly and tried to stand up, but I held onto his hand and didn’t let go.
“Chris!” Mom said sharply. “This isn’t the time for your squeamishness. Something’s really wrong here! Jane, what happened?!”
“Nothing. Nothing happened. Well, it did happen, but I wanted it to happen, but it’s complicated and damn it,” I tripped over my words like a clumsy clown. “Mom, you know there’s very little I won’t ... and Curtis didn’t force me to do anything...”
“What the hell’s going on then?!” Mom’s voice raised with ever-growing concern.
“Just tell me who to kill and I’ll do it!” Dad said with a gruff voice, his face turning red. “No one hurts my little girl!”
I shook my head, “It’s not ... God, how do I say this...?”
I was starting to panic and wanted to back out of the whole thing. Maybe this wasn’t the day to do this. Maybe it will be easier tomorrow or next week. I might come up with a better way of wording things. Maybe I’ll understand the right words to say so this won’t hurt them so much. Why did I have to be in this position?
“Mom ... Dad ... I love you both so much,” I said, squeezing their hands tight. “I don’t want anything to come between us.”
“Honey, nothing will. You know that,” Mom said, squeezing back. “Right, Chris?”
“Exactly. No matter what you’ve done, if that’s your worry, we’ll love you no matter what,” Dad replied, reaching out with his free hand and hugging me.
I couldn’t do it. I wiped a lone tear from my right eye, smiled and stood up. Mom and Dad looked at me completely puzzled. I walked back to my bags, picked them up and headed to my room, shutting the door behind me. I tossed my stuff onto my nearby desk chair and collapsed on my bed. I wanted to cry but did everything in my power not to. I knew at some point, someone would knock on my door to check on me; probably Mom.
I was right. About an hour later, there was a knock on my door and Mom poked her head in. I hadn’t moved since I fell onto my bed. I lay curled up on my side, looking toward my window. I rolled over at the knock, telling Mom it was ok to come in. She seemed hesitant.
“What’s going on, Jane? What really happened at Riley’s?” Mom asked, as she sat down on the bed next to me.
I hated to lie to her, but I wasn’t ready to talk about it. “Nothing, it’s fine ... don’t worry about me,” I said putting on a brave face.
“I know you’re lying, Jane. You never did lie very well,” she replied with a small smile. Patting my leg, she tried to comfort me.
“Nothing bad happened, I swear ... I just ... what would you do if you knew something that could, if you told someone, potentially hurt them forever. Would you tell them?” I asked hypothetically.
Mom’s eyes blinked suddenly in surprise, “I ... I don’t know. Depends on what the news is. Is it life threatening or potentially harmful for the person?”
“No, but it would likely destroy them emotionally for a long time.”
Mom looked a little more serious, “Did something happen with Riley? Did her mom find out about Curtis and both of you?”
“No Mom, stop guessing,” I grumbled.
“Well, it’s hard to know how to answer your question without details, but...” she paused for a breath, “I always found honesty is the best policy. You should know that by now. Look at how close we’ve become because of it.” She grinned, and it made me feel worse about the situation. She must have seen my dour look and continued.
“If that doesn’t work though, and it could really hurt someone, and not knowing isn’t hurting them ... maybe it’s ok not to say anything? I guess? You aren’t giving me much to go on here, honey.”
“I know, I’m sorry, Mom.” I sat up and hugged her. “Maybe I’ll explain someday; hopefully when I grasp it myself.”
“You know you can always tell me anything. I’m always here, no matter what, ok?”
I gave her a weak smile, “I know. Thanks, Mom. I love you, thanks for being my Mom.”
Mom gave a light chortle, “I didn’t have a choice, you fell out of me. But you’re the best daughter I could have had, and I’m proud of you.”
Mom rubbed my head gently but it still messed up my hair. She stood up and walked to the door. Before leaving she turned back and looked at me.
“Don’t mope around all day. Your father wants to take us out to dinner tonight - your choice. He suggested you invite Brian again, if you want,” she said with a knowing smile.
I smiled back but shook my head. “Brian can join us another time, I think I’d rather have dinner with just the two of you.”
“Of course. Don’t forget to unpack,” With that, Mom left me in my room feeling even more conflicted than before.
“Oh, that was good, I’m so full,” Mom said happily, rubbing her belly, as we arrived back home.
“Yeah, great choice, Jane,” said Dad, taking off his shoes. “I don’t think we’ve eaten there in years.”
I grinned. “My fourteenth birthday, actually,” I recounted. “Remember? You told the servers it was my birthday when I was in the restroom. They sang Happy Birthday and made me wear the sombrero?”
Dad slapped his leg laughing, “That was really funny. You almost melted under the table in embarrassment. It couldn’t have been that long, though, could it?”
Mom was also laughing but stopped long enough to think about it. “I think she’s right. We’ve gotten take-out a few times, but actually eating there was quite a while ago. Why’d you choose to go there today, sweetie?”
“I don’t know. Maybe it was comfort from the past...” I said introspectively, before adding, “ ... or maybe I just wanted enchiladas.”
“Well, it was a good choice,” replied Dad, plopping down on the couch next to me. “We should go there more often.”
I smiled, “We should. It was a great family outing. Thank you for taking me!”
There was a strange silence as Mom sat down beside me on the couch - almost an air of uncomfortableness behind the smiles. I hadn’t been quiet during dinner, but I knew I wasn’t chatty either. I felt distracted and a little distant as I contemplated what I should do. Neither Mom nor Dad asked me anything about what I was thinking. They probably knew I wouldn’t tell them anyway. But as we all sat there, our bellies full, the silence felt thick.
“What should we do now?” Dad asked, trying to break the tension.
“I don’t know,” Mom replied, looking at me. “Jane? This is your night, what would you like to do?”
I pondered the thought for a minute or two, the little hamster in my brain running laps on his little wheel. Most of what I wanted to do was unhelpful - yelling and screaming the truth before bursting into tears - I quickly pushed that one aside. I thought about watching a movie, but the only one in my head was The Parent Trap, and it hit a little too close to home. I knew what I really wanted to do, but ... I couldn’t do that until Mom and Dad went to bed; then I could sneak up to see Brad. Then a crazy idea popped into my head. I don’t know why. I didn’t think, I just reacted.
“UUGGHHHHH!!!!!” I groaned, stretching my arms up over my head as far as possible and straightening my back out. I shifted the angle of my body, when finishing my stretch and my head fell onto Mom’s upper chest, one of my arms around her neck.
“Careful, Jane!” Mom said moving her head away from mine as I nestled my face under her chin. “You almost bopped me.”
“I love you, Mom.” I looked up at her lovingly. From the look on her face, she didn’t know what was going on.
“You know I love you, too, honey,” Mom replied, with confusion in her voice. “Please. You’ve been acting strange since you got home. What’s really going on?”
“I want you to know how happy I am that you’re my parents,” I responded cryptically.
“What? What does that even mean?” I could hear Mom’s confusion building.
“I’m going to show you.”
I saw a flash of understanding in her eyes, “Honey, I don’t think this is a good idea.”
“I know, Mom, but it’s what needs to happen.” I moved my hand underneath her hair and behind her neck. I pulled her head down to mine and kissed Mom’s lips in front of Dad. Mom was a little stiff at first before becoming relaxed enough to kiss me back.
“ ... what the...?” Dad said softly under his breath as he watched his wife and daughter make out in front of him. When our lips parted, I looked at Dad with a gentle smile.
“I want us to be together as a family,” I said calmly. “This is important to me, Dad.”
He looked panicked and more baffled than anything. “How long ... when ... this?” he mumbled. His loss of normal speech was something he must have taught me when growing up.
“A little while, Chris. I didn’t know how to tell you,” Mom tried to explain. “Jane and I have been very open with each other ever since that morning Riley was here. It’s why I wanted you involved too, but you fled. We got physical a few weeks ago when...”
“When what?” asked Dad inquisitively.
“When Mom went to talk to Brad ... the first time...” I said honestly.
“Brad? Why were you with Br-” Dad stopped midsentence; his face turned a deep scarlet red. “THAT SON OF A BITCH!”
I reached out and grabbed his hand before he shot up off the couch to do something we’d all regret. This isn’t about Brad. This is about us as a family. Maybe getting all this out in the open would make it easier for me to say what needed to be said. If there were no more secrets, then I would feel compelled to be honest about my true parental lineage. I knew it was a wild gamble, but I was now committed to it one way or the other.
“Yes, I’ve been sleeping with Brad,” I admitted. “He didn’t force himself on me or anything like that ... quite the opposite really. I sort of forced myself on him one night ... that night I forgot my keys.”
“I fucking knew it! I’ll have his balls in a jar,” Dad yelled angrily.
“He loves me, Dad. I don’t know if I love him, but I think I could. But that’s not why I’m telling you all this.” I tried my best to remain calm, my hand clutching his. I could feel his palms get slick with angry sweat, but he didn’t try to let go of my hand.
“Why are you telling me this then?” Dad snapped. “Is this some kind of torment for your old man? Letting him know you and your mother have been fucking that pervert upstair?, I thought Janet doing it would keep him away from you.”
Mom spoke up, “I first went up there to make sure he was treating her right. That’s why I decided to sleep with him. I can tell he really does care for her, Chris. Anyway, Jane was there when we ... well ... she supervised the first time. The second, she joined in.”
“I can’t believe this!” yelled Dad.
“You’d have known about this if you hadn’t taken off scared when we all talked,” Mom shot back.
This wasn’t what I wanted or was trying to do. I had to get a hold of the situation before this spiraled out of control into a full-on shouting match again. I squeezed Dad’s hand hard and he stopped and looked at me. His eyes were a mix of messed up emotions.
I looked at him square in the eye. “Dad, make love to me.”
I watched the fear fill his eyes as he recoiled from me, letting go of my hand and crawling away toward the arm of the couch. He looked like a scared child, reverting back to the person he was years before I was a thought in his mind.
“We can’t. We talked about this ... no. No, no, no, no, no ... NO!” he repeated.
I remained calm and didn’t move. I expected this kind of reaction, and I was undeterred. I knew I had to play this slowly for both our sakes. This was the high-risk gamble, but I deemed it worth the risk.
“Wait, Jane...” Mom said, suddenly back on his side, “ ... let’s not start this again.”
“No,” I said calmly but firmly. “I want us to do this as a family. The three of us together.”
Dad shook his head. “No ... we can’t ... I won’t do that to you...”
I chose my words carefully. “Dad, you aren’t her. I’m not you ... I’m choosing to do this with you. I know and understand what I’m doing.”
He looked at Mom in a panic, “She knows? You TOLD HER?”
“Chris, I had to!” Mom’s voice rose in desperation. “Things were spinning out of control. I begged you to tell her, but you wouldn’t-”
“Stop! Dad, it’s ok. I understand,” I said firmly, trying to calm things down again. “Dad, I love you no matter what. It doesn’t change how I feel about you or how I see you. You’re my Dad; the best, most wonderful man I know. That’s why I want to share this with you; with both of you.”
Dad shook his head, “But you’re my daughter ... I can’t...”
“You did with Riley ... and she’s just like me,” I countered.
Shaking his head again, “She’s not. She’s not my daughter...”
“I’m not your daughter either!” I blurted out. Mom and Dad both looked at me with stunned faces. I didn’t mean to say that, so I desperately searched for a way out. “ ... what I mean is, think of me as Riley tonight, not Jane.”
“But you are Jane, our Jane,” Dad said awkwardly, his voice softened and nervous.
“Not tonight. Tonight, I’m Riley.”
Mom looked at me quizzically. “Why do you want this so badly? I’m not against it, I’ve just never understood why you’re pushing so hard for this.”
“I love you both, so much,” I said without holding back anything, my eyes were wet with tears; but not of sadness. They were tears of love and joy. “I want to share everything with you. Mom, look how close we’ve become since you found me climbing through my window that morning. I want that with Dad, too. I can’t think of anything more open and loving than sharing this gift with the people I love most.”
“But it’s wrong!” Dad’s voice started to raise again.
“It would be, if I was younger and didn’t know better, or you forced me,” I replied, remaining calm and steady. “It didn’t feel wrong with Mom, and you had fun with Riley, didn’t you?”
“Jane, I keep saying, it isn’t the same,” Dad repeated.
“But it is.” I countered swiftly. “Mom said you and her have an arrangement, you both can sleep with whoever you want, as long as you’re open about it. You could have been with anyone ... you chose my exact twin, Dad.”
“It’s not like tha-” he started before I cut him off.
“It’s ok, Dad. It doesn’t upset me. I know you find me attractive, I saw how you looked at me when we would run together ... before you got spooked. I wanted it back then too, but I shouldn’t have done what I did. It was wrong of me and I’m sorry.”
“What do you mean, Jane?” Mom asked.
“You were right, Mom. I shouldn’t have tried to seduce him like I had been doing. It was unfair of me. Dad, I didn’t know what you went through, so I’m sorry for hurting you.”
Dad looked like he was on the verge of tears. I couldn’t imagine holding all that pain in for years - all that anguish. He acted out through college, sleeping around, doing drugs, and going to sex parties. When I appeared, he focused all his energies on protecting me from a similar fate, keeping Brad away, but he could stop now.
“So you’re stopping this?” asked Dad, his voice weak and shivering.
“I won’t trick you or anything like that, I’m not a child anymore. I’ve grown up a lot this summer. I’ve matured, so I’ll ask you directly instead. Dad please, I want you to make love to me,” I said as warmly and with as much care as I could ever give.
Mom interjected again. “Chris, I don’t know what’s really going on with her, but I think this is important.”
I reached out and placed my hand flat against his. His hands were huge compared to mine, but he didn’t recoil at my touch. He looked from me, to Mom, and back to me again; his eyes wet and watery. I could see the gears turning in his mind, he didn’t know what he should do.
“Sweetheart, please...” he begged softly.
I leaned towards him, taking his familiar face. I could feel Mom’s eyes watching silently from the other side of the couch, curious to see how this would play out.
“I’m just Riley, Dad. I’m exactly like Riley ... it’s ok to let go.” My voice was soft and comforting, I didn’t want to hurt him. It reminded me a little of my first time with Brian, having to calmly coach and encourage him. I felt his hand move and I thought he was going to pull away, but instead, his fingers interlaced with mine. I took that as a good sign.
I leaned closer, the warmth of his breath blew gently across my face. His eyes were wide, looking directly at me, unblinking. I couldn’t imagine what was going on in his head, the internal conflicts, memories, and emotions swirling together with an added dash of guilt, desire, and love. My lips hovered inches from his, but I didn’t move. I waited. I ran the race; he just needed to step over the finish line.
Seconds felt like hours as I waited to see what he would do. I could almost hear the little voice in my head telling me I screwed up. I’d put everything on the line for this gambit, and it looked like I’d chosen wrong, until his rough, whiskery upper lip touched mine. It was tentative and nervous, like he thought I might bite it or something. When I didn’t pull away, they pressed gently to mine. My eyes closed and gave myself over to it.
Dad’s face was rough, with small evening stubble prickling my face, but I wasn’t about to complain. Opening my mouth just enough, I licked his closed lips with my tongue, teasing him out to play. It took a bit of convincing but when he reciprocated, it was magical. It was so tender, so gentle; I could feel his fear, but also his deep love for me for every second of that kiss. When I finally pulled back, his eyes were closed and mouth hung slightly open.
“Was that so bad?” I asked, running my hand over his chest.
He opened his eyes, but said no words. He shook his head slightly from side to side; his hand moved to my waist and held onto my hip. I leaned back in and kissed him again, this time it took less convincing for him to kiss me back. His whiskery face pressed to my lips as a chill of excitement shot through me. This was finally going to happen, and for the right reason.
“Maybe I should leave you two alone,” I heard Mom say, standing up off the couch. I stopped and reached my hand out to take hers.
I smiled, “No, I want you here, too, Mom. This is a special night for all of us.”
“I think this should just be between you and your father tonight,” Mom insisted, but I knew what I wanted.
I squeezed her hand, “You don’t have to join in, if you don’t want to, but I want you there with us. For me and for Dad, so he knows it’s ok, right Dad?”
Dad still looked somewhat lost but nodded in agreement.
“We’ll grow stronger together. That’s all I want,” I continued. “There will be nothing to hide after tonight, everything stripped bare.”
“Literally...” Mom said with a smirk. “I guess we should find someplace more comfortable than the couch. Chris?”
I would have been ok doing it on the couch, I’d already had sex in worse places. The front seat of Brian’s car was probably the most uncomfortable, while the floor of the truck stop bathroom was likely the grimiest. I knew Dad and Riley had sex on the couch, so maybe he’d be happier here. If he wanted me to pretend to be her, it wouldn’t be the first time I’d played Riley’s part.
Dad finally spoke for the first time in a while. “Uh ... yeah, I guess...”
“We don’t have to, if you don’t want to,” I said softly. “I’m good here too, if you want me to be Riley.”
Raising his hand up and running the back of his fingers over my cheek, Dad looked deeply into my eyes. He seemed to have steadied himself, looking more like the man I’ve known my whole life. He smiled warmly; lifting my spirits and making my heart beat faster.
“No, sweetheart. You could never be anything other than my Jane. Lying to myself would just make me feel terrible. Are you sure this is what you want? What you really want?”
“Yes, Dad, I want us all to grow closer from this. I know what I’m doing. Are you ok with this? After everything...?” I asked gently.
“I still don’t know ... but I should learn to trust you, Jane. Just ... let me take it slow ... I am an old man.” He gave me a small wink, and it brought a smile to my face.
“I think you’ve got a lot left in the tank, Dad ... for an old guy...” I brought my lips down to his and quickly kissed him again, then jumped to my feet. “We’ll do it in my room. Give me ten minutes, and then I want you both at my door, ok?”
They both agreed and I bolted out of the living room and into my bedroom, shutting the door behind me. I dug through my drawers till I found what I was looking for - the white teddy I’d bought originally for Dad from Hidden Miss before I got hired. Quickly stripping off my clothes and kicking them under my bed, I put on the lingerie. I didn’t want to take too long in case he got cold feet. After tidying up a bit more, I heard a knock at my door.
I turned the knob to find Mom and Dad standing together, holding hands.
“Come in. Do I look ok?” I asked, doing a little spin to show myself off.
“You look beautiful, honey,” Mom said with a smile as they walked into my room.
“I bought this for you, Dad? What do you think?”
Dad smiled nervously, “I’m speechless, sweetie. Riley doesn’t hold a candle to you.”
“That’s nice of you to say, even if it isn’t true. We’re identical, Dad,” I said, trying not to tip my hand to the truth. “When you undress me, you’ll find out just how identical.”
“And what would you like me to do, honey?” asked Mom expectantly. I could tell she was happy about what was going to happen. We’d already cleared the air about Brad, so this was the last hurdle to a happy household.
I walked over to her and kissed her; she happily kissed me back while Dad watched on. When we pulled apart, I could see the growing tent in his pants although his face still showed some uncertainty. I reached for the bottom of Mom’s shirt and pulled it over her head, then undid her skirt and let it drop to the floor. We were now in nothing but our underwear.
“Are you sure you don’t want to be involved?” I asked with a grin.
“I do, but not today,” Mom replied. “This is for you two.”
I kissed her once more, then turned to Dad. “Help me get her naked, Dad. She might not be joining in, but that doesn’t mean she gets to be dressed.”
That brought a genuine smile to Dad’s face, and he quickly moved to Mom’s left side while I stood on her right. I teasingly pulled on the strap of her bra, tugging it down till it fell by her elbow. I watched Dad’s hands move over Mom’s body, by way of her breast, before pulling her other bra strap down. With less support, her breasts drooped a bit more, being held up by only a piece of underwire. I moved my hands to her right breast and pulled the cups down and away from her tits, leaving them exposed but partially supported by the back clasp.
“I can’t help myself,” I said with a smirk. I brought my lips to her tit and sucked on her nipple, just like I’d done when I was a baby. Mom tilted her head back and moaned and soon I found I had a companion suckling at her other teat. My eyes glanced over to see Dad’s lips encircling Mom’s other nipple, her hands on the back of our heads.
“That feels so good!” Mom groaned. “ ... but this isn’t about me, as much as I wish it were.”