The sight of static traffic ahead didn't bring any comfort.Somebody three seats in front had telephoned a friend and it appearsthere was an accident j...st before the motorway junction. For thehundredth time I looked at my watch. In twenty minutes Mum would behome. Even if all the traffic disappeared it would take the bus ten tofifteen minutes to drop me off. Then another ten minutes to walk home.As I stared blankly at the non-moving traffic, I was looking at visionsof my own impending death."Are. I think I like this new woman my wife is becoming. I know I like the way she’s thinking!We went out for dinner that evening and Rita wore a wrap-around dress that had only a sash belt that held it closed. While we were dining I noticed that she was showing more breast than I remembered when she last wore it. I asked her if she had on a different bra and commented on how much I liked it. “You mean you really don’t know that I am nude under this dress Mark. See that guy in the sport coat at. I remember the first time I felt ashamed to remove my cock in front of him to shag off. But with the flow of time, I adapted.One day we came across stories of aunties, milf and moms. Soon enough, our taste changed into aunties with big boobs. But the more we kept masturbating without failing to score any aunty. Our desperation kept increasing.One night after shagging off, I went to the kitchen to drink some milk before sleeping. While walking through the corridor, I heard voices in my mom’s. She spread her legs slightly, and I saw that she had quite a prominent mound and her labia were pink, puffy and slightly separated. Her pussy hair was neatly trimmed in a triangle around it, and I gazed with interest as I drew the panties down to her ankles, and then away. Felicity asked me to rub her there, and when I hesitated for a moment she reached for my hand and guided it to her crotch. Touching her there was like an electric shock, sending a jolt of excitement and apprehension.