"What, are you surprised?" Cherry asked."Um, no. That's not what I meant," he temporized.Cherry smiled letting him off the hook. "I'm glad you like it..."After dinner, Mike and Cherry sat in the living room. Both looked serious as Mike started, "Cherry, I've been thinking all day about what happened." Cherry looked grim, expecting the worst. Mike continued, "I can't think what happened was bad. It wasn't. It was incredibly wonderful." But," Cherry said.Mike shook his head, "No but." Cherry burst. “Yes Mommy,” I’ll say and she’ll unbuckle my slacks. She’ll slide them down just a little; just so she can see my underwear then she’ll smile at me and refasten my belt. But she’ll ask, “Do you want me to come tonight?” She’d seen that I was wearing panties, frilly panties.My voice will be raspy with desire when I reply, “Yes Mommy please come tonight.”And she will. You see, my mother, always Mommy, is my lover, my only lover; or more aptly stated; I’m hers.I guess I need to backtrack a long. I came closer, laid her on the sofa, softly bent over and kissed her neck, I could feel her shiver, and open up as well.She lay there I kissed all over, her lips her neck, cleavage. Everywhere, she left out soft moans whenever I left her love bites, her pussy was grinding into my loins, I was on fire so was she. She then said, wait, are you married. I said no, I never loved anyone after her, she then came to my ears, slowly said” nor did I, but that baby I lost, is a loss bigger than you”. I. Her large, stiff-nippled tit melons wobbled tantalizingly as he pulled off her bra, and Walter paused to nurse on his mother's tits, to slurp her red nipples deeply between his lips. Off came her shoes, her skirt, her wet, cunt juice-smelling bikini panties.Then the fuck-hungry mother was completely naked. Walter joined her on the bed, crawling up between her legs. "Cock 'em up, Mom." "No, Walter. You know it's a sin. You don't really want to fuck Mommyagain, do you?" "I.