“Let me show you my breasts, dear. But i don’t have any milk.” she said a matter-of-factly.I don’t know what overcame me that night, as i said...“it’s okay” and bent down to suck her right nipple into my mouth and began circling it softly with my tongue. They were almost as big as mine but were firmer with smaller nipples. It took me a few sucks before i got the hang of it and sucked like i was trying for milk. It felt nice, no wonder men lover to suck on our breasts like this, it felt even. It threw a huge monkey wrench into our plans. After some hand wringing and a lot of tears, we made it through the near crisis albeit with some parental interaction and support.For Molly altering the plan meant that she would graduate a year or two later than planned. For me it meant getting a paid internship and working my ass off for my last two years of college. But in the end we did the right thing and made it work for us.When he was born, we argued over what to name our son. We finally. It was hard, fast and deep. I was sure my Mom hadn't had sex in a long time. I was going to rectify that problem this evening. I buried my dick into my Mom's pussy and then I would hold it there. My mother would scream for me not to stop. She needed to feel my cock stroking her wet hole.I always wondered why my Mom never had a boyfriend or why she never took a lover. It was a good thing she didn't. I had to have her all to myself. My low hanging balls were hitting her bottom. you could hear the. "It's me, I promise," she said.I got right in front of her, and just starred for a minute. She looked so far beyond beautiful, and I wanted to break out in tears. It seemed too good to be true. Then I leaned towards her, and tried to kiss her. I was unsuccessful, because my face went right through her."Are you really here?" I wondered."In a sense, yes. I'm here to tell you something," she told me.A few things came to mind: What is the meaning of life? We'd be together again soon, or maybe.