So it happened when I was 19 years old. That time I come across sex stories, and many of them were incest stories between mom son. At first, I found i... difficult to relate. But as I read more stories, I started enjoying them. And I felt like if I could also be in such relationships.Before reading stories, I only looked towards my mom as a motherly figure. But after reading such stories, I started looking at her differently. For those of you who don’t know, my mom’s name is Anita. At that time,. She balanced the iPad on the arm of the chair allowing her to use both hands. Her left hand embraced her right tit and gave it a gentle squeeze. Judy let her fingers roam down the folds of her camisole. She tugged it aside and let her fingers feel the lacy fabric of her bra. Pushing the lace to one side she slipped her fingers over the soft tissue of her B-cup tits until they surrounded her now erect nipple. She swirled her fingers lightly around her areolas, feeling her nipple increase in size. No hanging member. No hangingsack of skin. No balls. There was, something. Worse than nothing. Acrevice within the crevice, smoothly closed. John noted that there werenot even any proud labia, any swollen lips that would have marked awoman, just barely visible blonde hairs highlighting a tight, dark,vertical line. He moved one hand to it and looked down. The touch,unfamiliar. There was give in between the thin lips, and the pressureof his finger felt uncomfortable in the depths of his. " He kissed her and tried to calm her down.Later that night Carl lay in bed with his wife curled in his arms. He stared up the ceiling while deep in thought. Without really saying it, he had still given her the impression he could live with her infidelity if that was what she chose. It was a lie and he knew it. The thought of his wife fucking another man was something he could never live with. He hoped his wife knew him well enough to realize it. Try as he would to get past it, he knew it would.