Greg said, “I didn’t do anything wrong.”“Yes, you did. You weren’t supporting her the way she needed,” Jim said looking Greg in the eye. H... asked, “What if you were trying to solve a problem and she was continually interrupting your thoughts?”“I guess I’d be pretty pissed at her,” Greg said.“Well, that’s what you were doing,” Jim said.“Okay, I’ll apologize,” Greg said feeling as if he was conceding something important, but not quite sure what he was giving up.“Next, you have to ask her how she. Without my contacts I was blind as a bat. Thinking all this depressed me."Every son thinks that about his mother," I mumbled.Drawing the sides of the screen closed, he brushed his hands together and stood up. The fire had begun to devour the new logs and was crackling merrily. The push of heat against my face felt wonderful. I watched him, idly swirling wine in the glass.When he turned around, he said: "I've wanted you all my life, Mom."I snorted at that."Well, since I was eleven, anyway," he. Suddenly, the tables were turned. This wasn’t at all like I had imagined in my countless fantasies. Well, it had begun like any of them—but now, much to my surprise, she has taken charge. But I don’t want to give up control. I don’t want her to have it that easy. Having control is the easy part. Having to let go- that’s what’s hard.We kiss with such force, if anyone had seen it they’d define it violent, and yet our heads moved together as one, our tongues made love to each other in swirls and. I thought to myself that I had always told my wife how good she was at cock sucking and she was. She had gotten so good that she could deep throat my six and a half inch cock with ease. In that last year or so she would tease me by saying she had mastered this cock and could take it so easily now. The pictures with Bob’s cock in my talented wife’s mouth got me started.It was then that I heard my wife stirring and I got up from the deck and went inside. I asked if she wanted a coffee and she.