Mom offered to let me go driving with her this afternoon. I was starting to feel comfortable driving around the back roads. I was going to need to tac...le Route 30 soon. Living in Paradise, I have to drive in heavy traffic some time.When Mom and I got home I went to my room. I hadn't checked for e-mail for over a week. Things had been too busy. I logged on and found I had eleven e-mails from Julie. The first one talked about how things went her first day of school. In the second one Julie talked. My wife wanted nothing to do with that lifestyle, I had asked her many times. After our divorce, Angela moved in with me and the real exploration began.We would get cleaned up on Friday nights and go to an adult video store where the upstairs theatre was couples only on the weekends. Angela in her short skirt and white blouse with those long legs, looked like a slut and she drew guys, like bees to honey. Spreading her legs for all comers, bending over the seats taking cock. She would be fucking. Then she laid the side of her face on his chest.Bobby stroked his mother's hair, letting it flow through his fingers. His hand drifted lower to her back and caressed it through her nightgown. He heard her whimper and felt like he was the parent and she the child. All he wanted to do was comfort her and make her pain go away."I love you, Mom." I love you too."And then there was silence. Bobby continued to stroke her back and soon her breathing got deeper -- and then he heard the soft snore he. This time Marta made her stay with me buried deep in her mouth. She spluttered and started to struggle. Eventually Marta let her up and she gasped for air, a thin string of spittle slowly descending from her chin. Then she was pulled back onto me again.I felt a hand on the back of my head, and I turned to Marta and we kissed deeply. The kiss seemed to last for ages, all the time I was aware of the struggle going on down below as Rosea fought to breathe. When the kiss finally ended, she was.