But today I am now a computer systems engineer and software developer and not very adept at expressing myself in writing, so please excuse my clumsy p...ose.Title: My Mother: My Lover and My MistressMy name is Dan Cutler and this story begins when I was 14 years old, two months shy of my 15th birthday. My Mom's name is Angela and at that time she was 32. My Mom and I had been living alone together for almost 5 years since I was 11. My Dad's name was Herb. He had a brain tumor 3 months before my. Incredibly, Donna climaxed on the spot, her cunt contracting and spasming tightly around her son's deliciously stabbing prick. Then suddenly, she awoke with a start."Unnnnhhhh, shit, ohhhhhh!" she moaned.Dizzily Donna realized that at least part of her dream was real. She was indeed coming... truly having a climax. But it wasn't because of any dream lover. There was no cock pounding away in her cunt, just her own familiar fingers. While she was dreaming about fucking her son, she'd actually. But did it all the time with both her brothers when they were in high school and college. So, she wasn't surprised that you inherited a big cock from her side and wasn't surprised that I wanted to sample it. You'll never believe what else she said."Well, that was intriguing so I asked her what."She wants to see it." You're shitting me, Sis. Mom wants to see my cock?" Yeah, she wants to first see it in the suede pouch I made. Then some dancing and an unveiling." And when does she want to do. ”“Yeah, sorry about that. Been really busy at work ... and other things. I hope I’m not catching y’all at breakfast.”“Actually,” he began with a chuckle, “we just finished dessert. Isn’t that right, Mable?”After a bit of giggling, the phone was passed to Mom, who seemed to be struggling a bit for breath. “Oh Charlie ... dear! I’m so glad you called.”“You OK, Mom?”“Fine, dear ... just fine,” she answered with a bit of mystery and huskiness in her voice.After more mumbles and giggles, Dad came.