I inserted my finger once again to her vagina. This excited all her senses and she opened up everything for her son. Not only she got a hold on my pen...s but also opened her mouth for our tongues to meet each other. My saliva was flowing in to her mouth and hers into mine. The moments were fabulous. I was French kissing my own mother with my hands in her vagina and her hands on her sons dick.Now there was no going back. In that same position I made her to lie down on the kitchen floor. My lips. The Technical five striped sergeant responsible for me seemed cold and far from friendly and I Didn,t like the duty much. Like my permanent base it had a large alert area which it was our duty to guard 24/7.Fortunately to help each post had a small guard shack with windows on each side. In the winter these shacks were freezing, but it was now July and the shacks were cool and airy. I don,t know why but at my age of twenty one my cock often got stiff for no reason other than sexy feelings which. ”The poor girl was getting fucked maybe twice a week…on a good week. I was going on almost daily vacations to another solar system. We had little in common that way. Of course, there was the other thing we didn’t have in common; the relative size of our men. Her husband wasn’t that big.The morning coffee became a regular thing with us, three or four times a week. It seemed to mostly happen after James and I had a very noisy night or morning, she was curious. She was also seeing me at my. My boobies looked so good and my nippleswere so erotically sensitive that they begged me tosnack on them, sucking and biting while I squirmed inecstasy.This wasn’t what I intended at all. I intended to hurtmyself not pleasure myself. I realize now that I wasstill afraid and was just putting off the inevitablepain that I would feel. If that’s how my body reacted tothoughts of torture my plan might work after all.I had to do it. No putting it off any more. I moved alow stool right up.