“But tonight promises to be the best of the lot.” She blushed and her eyes took on that shiny look again. “OK Michael. I’m sorry. I wanted to ...now whether you as uninterested in money as my original research revealed. I won’t do that again, I promise.” She reached across and took my hand. “Let’s enjoy the evening and forget everything else.” The butler arrived with the entree and soon opened a lovely red wine to go with the main course. While we ate, we talked. I used every technique I knew to. “I know we should not be doing this at this time when your father is lying in a critical condition. In fact we should never be doing this being mother and son. But I cannot help it Adi. When I am overcome by sadness, I need sex” she said.I slipped off my pyjamas and sat up. What kind of woman was this? Her husband is in the ICU and she is craving sex with her son. I could never understand her urge but again I was a man. I could never say no to sex when it was offered to me on a plate. I slowly. The ground, soft and strewn with pine needles, offered a comfortable mat for the night, and soon both men fell fast asleep.When Richard woke up, he found himself drenched and shivering. He jumped as he found himself nearly submerged in a puddle. His clothes, pack, and sleeping bag were soaked. The cool Bavarian mountain air threatened him with hypothermia, and the shivering was uncontrollable."Perry! Wake up!"Richard leapt over his waterlogged sleeping bag to rouse his boss, who was equally. I brought the crotch of the thong to m nose and inhaled. The smell was magical, the fresh smell of pure sex. The smell of Jayne’s juices really turned me on as it was such a private smell, something I wasn’t entitled to enjoy. I put the panties in my pocket and focussed my concentration on the hamper, after digging down a bit in the clothes I found a pair of smooth, black, silky knickers. These didn’t smell as fresh as the thong but they felt and looked great.