I’m sure they want to hear about all the sex we were having. They sure don’t believe it when we claim there was none.It had been almost three week... since the last time we had sex. Between the camping trip, the problems with Crystal and a couple unforeseen issues, every time we usually would have done it, something came up.I was about to have a lot more free time. My house was ready to move into. I had no job, so every day after Avery went to school until she got back, I was free to do anything. I made up my mind it was now or never: I was going to fuck my very own mother.I positioned my cock at the entrance of her cunt and pushed, the head of my cock entering her. Her eyes opened, and she regarded me with a quizzical expression.“What are you doing, honey?” she spoke, “Oh god, what are you doing?”My next thrust was all the way in. The sexual sensation of fucking my mother was overwhelming, the ultimate taboo. I was forced to acknowledge to myself that this was something I had always. ‘What?’ I asked. ‘Just come with me,’ he repeated. Todd took my hand and guided me into our guestroom that also serves as his office. ‘I want you to sit down and look at this,’ he instructed. I hid my frustration, because I was not it the mood to look at some chart to see how his investments have met his goal. A positive stock market was not going to take away my humiliation. ‘Sit down and click at this arrow.’ The photograph on the monitor surprised me. My eyes rested on a nude dark-skinned. I don't know how long I sat there, my phone beeping brought me back to Earth, it was Andy, wondering where I was. Rather than text back I stood up, slowly, my joints were stiff from sitting in the same position for so long. I stretched, realising just how dark it was. Then walked the same route home. “Hello.” I called as I walked in through the door. “Are you alright?” His voice was full of wary concern, “Where have you been?” “I just went for a walk.” I probably looked as exhausted as I felt,.