Ironically, what made this experience even more deliciously-depraved for me, was the fact that I was seeing a counsellor for sex-addiction at the time...and I got a huge kick out of divulging my sordid secrets to her, in explicit detail. Furthermore, she seemed to have a morbid-fascination for my deviant behaviour, a fascination which very possibly spurred me on to doing even more-depraved. She went back to the living room and I could hear them she kept saying please we need to go to the bedroom and dad said no that he was happy right were he was. It got quiet and I thought dad had left so I got up to get some water in the kitchen and stopped dead in my tracks there was my mom on her knees sucking his dick as he leaned back on the couch his eyes closed and mom bobbing her head up and down taking his cock all the way down her throat she looked at me our eyes meeting and she just. We went out in the morning because we had some business to take care of and we went to my place for lunch. Since she had not been at home for some days she asked me if she could take a shower, and after her i had one too. She took her clothes in the bathroom and after the shower she came out already dressed but i was in my bathrobe. The weather was so hot because is summer and we are in Rome so we were laying on my bed waiting for the sun to lower a little and we started cuddling and talking. I. 'Don't you want me to wack you' I asked. I could see she hadn't thought of it but the temptation was too great.... she looked round and spotted a silver birch tree. 'Take some small branches from that' she suggested, and when I came back to her she was bending over a low tree branch with her dress pulled over her back and her legs apart. 'Give me a quick six' she ordered, 'and then shag the arse off me!' .