When I looked at her boobs, the top two buttons of her blouse were open. My heart was pounding heavily but I tried to act normal. She asked me how are...they, I said can’t say without seeing them properly. She gave a naughty smile and started walking towards the table. I was having goosebumps, I understood that now I can have her on bed very soon. We joined our family members on the table.Next day when I woke up I went to my parents’ room and found it was locked, then I went to my Uncle’s room. “M-Mommy, I’m going to cum soon!”Mom pulled away almost immediately. “Oh my, we can’t have that, can we?”She got up and went to her bedside drawer and pulled out a square-shaped packet.A condom.She peeled the packet and pulled out the rubber ring.“Time for the main event, sweetheart,” she said and she peeled the rubber over his tip and used her fingers to pull it down over his shaft.I thought she was going to straddle him again, but then she told him to get up.He did as he was told, and she. Another couple years had passed and we needed move on from heartache. I struggled in the dating scene, who wanted date a twenty-one year old widow, and single mom? Kyle struggled with the concept of dating, he hadn't dated anyone since high school, and dating trends had changed. Eventually my stepdad nudged Kyle into asking me out, and so began our new chapter in life. Kyle was perfect, after just a month or two things were going well, and becoming serious. People had made comments about we. It’s not his voice. It’s feminine. There’s a hard edge to it, just like there is to his. I whimper, suddenly frightened and unsure. Her touch is gentler then his, her hands gliding over my back, my shoulders, my ass, down my thighs, everywhere but between my legs. “My husband likes to share. It’s my turn. Have you even been with another woman, whore?” I shake my head frantically, squealing into my gag as she rakes her nails over my already abused ass and the tender flesh of my inner thighs,.