And I was to submissively provide for every need never dreaming of ever having full sex with her again and if I was really good I could wank myself of... when given permission. When I got to the room Mr. Reamher, still fully dressed, let me in. The odor was incredible! The room was pungent with the aromas of my wife's multiple couplings. My wife was now sitting on top of one stud with her back to his face. His thick black cock was imbedded deep in my wife's ass. June squirmed and ground down. ”“Isn’t that everybody?” he asks, smiling. “And maybe we’re just too hard on ourselves.”Another tear runs down across her cheeks and this time she makes no attempt to stop it. Instead, she just smiles a little sadly, walks over to the bed and sits on his lap. They don’t speak for a while, just nuzzle their faces and reflect. All the intimacy an affection they have been missing these last few months is flooding back in.Chance places his hand on her cheek and it feels cool and moist from the. It smelled of their love. So much mom-son fluids had fallen into that bed that the mattress was full of their love. The pain of separation combined with shame of rejection by her true love tortured her for several hours before she reached over for her purse and fished out a small red tablet. The word "LOVE" was etched on one side and "X" on the other."Kevin doesn't like it when I party alone. He sees this as a sign of weakness. Fuck him! He ain't the boss of me." "I am his mother for Christ's. My dad was used to drive long distances so it was no prob. It was around 7:30 in the night we were speeding up and it was quite dark on the highway.My dad slowed down the car stopped it and went behind a tree to urinate and came back. He told me too to urinate since it was a long journey ahead. I was wearing a Frock (which was just below my knees) and a tight fitting sleeveless top. I too went behind the tree pulled down my panties lifted my frock so that my urine might not spill on it and sat.