She learned to wait until he got home and if she heard him opening the bedside drawer would reach quietly under her pillow and smear a blob of lube ov...r her vaginal opening without him noticing. He rarely bothered with foreplay and thought that she was always juicy and ready for him nowadays totally unaware of her preparations. The pregnancy went wrong and the foetus perished in her womb at 7 months. The sex continued but he swore he would not go through that again.Now nearly 30, c***dless and. .wet," she said softly, stroking it again, and then brushing her lips against it, just under my clit.I knew her husband had a small dick. He'd stepped out of the hot-tub once, and he sported an erection that barely made a dent in his bathing suit."Suck me," I asked her gently."I don't do that," she answered firmly. I am not a lesbian."Then I will keep the pictures, and send them to your husband's work." Please I've never done that for John or anyone." You will do as I say or the pictures go on. Why does she find that learned skill so enjoyable to engage in she wonders? And her dripping increases.The seventh, oh yes, the seventh, bending over the kitchen table, imagining others watching as she felt his fingers go up in her asshole, stretching and bringing her to a new level of bliss.Then the wonderful bath, and fucking in that new way, her bent forward in front of him while still in the tub for the eighth. Her fingers so want to touch herself right now to relieve all that is building. .. is... a very caring son.I turned my head only enough so that I could see my son out the corner of my eye. He was sitting in the shadowed light clenching his teeth with his lips set tightly.Perhaps I had handled this wrong.I mean, I could have just calmly denied him these... delusions... and brought him back to a reality where I was his mother and he my adult son. Instead I had made a scene at the restaurant and then stormed out of there like a stupid spoilt teenager.Well, it had been a shock.