There was a nice hum to the conversations at our table and around us. Everyone seemed to be hitting it off nicely. I watched my girl as she chatted ...ith the others. She was quickly relaxing and was at ease with the crowd. I have to admit that I was really pleased with myself for asking her along tonight. She did really look attractive and she was obviously a good fit for the crowd here, even if her size was not the best fit for the booth. Tom asked how the two of us had met and there was a. Soon she found herself lying face down gripping the wooden planking. Shutting her eyes, her lips quivered as he let out another moan. She pushed her hips into the deck. Hearing her son erupt with a grunt and then another, Nikki whispered a moan of her own. Unconsciously, she moved her hips up and back down into the decking, digging her fingernails into the wood with each grunt and groan that escaped him. His frenzy finally faded and they both lay in their respective positions catching their. Men were afraid of the love a mother felt for her son. Afraid it would be too strong. Too strong and no other man would stand a chance.So man had made a rule that mother's couldn't make love to their sons. That was it. She knew down deep inside of her that sex between a mother and her son could be a gentle, loving experience. But because of men, it couldn't be allowed to happen. Her head was spinning. Had she finally convinced herself that having sex with Madhav would not be wrong?She knew that. He looked at his handiwork and he must have been pleased with it because he put two fingers in me and worked them in and out breathing heavily at the wet sound as he forced a third finger in.He withdrew them and stood up "Alright then, you can have something now" he strode over to the sofa and pulled a bottle of water out of a carrier bag. Walking back towards me he screwed the lid off the water and sat and put the bottle to my lips. I gulped it down, I hadn't realised how thirsty I was until I.