Chapter 819

• "Thanks, Mom," Hilary said with that chuckle of hers. I know I am--I'm just the cat's meow.
• As Joyce stared open-mouthed at the younger woman, Hilary all but leaped upon her, pinning her down to the bed and laying out at full length on top of her. Sure enough, the mingling of their breasts--Joyce's big ones and Hilary's more modest-sized pair--was an ecstatic moment for both women. Hilary started plastering her mother's face, neck, and shoulders with kisses; Joyce received them with an increasing dizziness that made her wonder if she was about to faint. Mothers and daughters shouldn't be doing this, should they?
• But it was when Hilary slipped a hand between her mother's legs that Joyce actually let out a little scream--a scream that would have been a lot louder if Hilary hadn't simultaneously pressed her lips against Joyce's to silence her.