" That lifted my cock the rest of the way. How could I lose? "So, Stan, would you make love to me? Mom says you know how to use a condom and that she ...as some for us to use." "You really mean it, Beth? You're not mad?" "I can see how it all happened and, well, I do love you both. And, frankly, you standing there naked, with your penis so hard, well, it's really turned me on. I feel hot all over. So, are we going to do it?" "I think you might be more relaxed, Beth, if we all went to your. Pushing Jane’s feet apart I positioned myself behind her and after rubbing myself up and down her shaved snatch I pushed the head in. My was she wet? I’m surprised she wasn’t dripping! A couple more pushes and I was buried balls deep in her, she gasped and started to moan as I thrust in and out, my seven inches sliding back and forth and each time her bum hole seemed to move with me. I reached down to feel her wetness then gentle pushed the end of my index finger in to her arse, oh god yes she. Helen and I were not entangled as we had been previously, but our fingers were entwined. I lay and watched her sleeping, a slight smile on her lovely face, hair tousled and scattered over the pillow. I reached and gently stroked her cheek, ran my finger round the rim of her neat ear; her smile broadened and she hummed in her throat. I looked at the clock – it was eight-thirty. I couldn't remember the last time I was still in bed at eight-thirty (discounting recent experiences, of course.) I. I wasn't the perfect housewife or mother anymore I was my son's.That night was so hectic and all I can remember more than anything was looking at my son so peaceful and innocent after depositing another five loads in me that night, I felt undeniable love. It was like I had my youth, finally, my hands were unhandcuffed.Once my son had fallen asleep, I rationalized it rather simply. I loved my son with all my heart, and giving him my body was a natural extension of our mother-son relationship,.