Les was a hoarder, a miser, one who insisted getting the last bit of toothpaste out of a tube, the last dollar out of a car deal, consuming everything...on his plate, whether he wanted/needed it or not. Carolyn took a more laissez-faire approach to life. If it needed fixing or replaced, just spend the damn money!This was fine, except that Les and Carolyn were married, to each other. Alone, with just the two of this childless-on-purpose couple, they got along as well as most any pair. Both wisely. Then only I realized that I was not eating and I was staring at my mom’s boobs. By automatic response, I took my eyes away from her and my hands reached my groin to push down the erect penis. Mother noticed that also and as a much more experienced person, that too a woman, she must have understood that I was horny looking at her.I was embarrassed, so I finished my dinner and went upstairs to my room to sleep. Instead of sleeping, I started fondling my dick and enjoying my self. Downstairs, I. "You've always had the most beautiful hair, smile, and eyes." She said.After a quick bite to eat it was finally time for me to get my rest. Islipped into the sheets of my girl's bed, pulled up my girl'scomforter, looked at my girl's room, and blissfully drifted off tosleep.The next day I awoke feeling full of energy and I lacked the constantstomach pain from my ulcer. I had no anxiety or worry, and for thefirst time in a long time I felt free to be happy and myself. I hummedto myself as I. "The girl was panting in anticipation now. She dropped down onto the Persian carpet with her ass up high and her head low. She cradled her head and looked back at me as I approached with a staff at full mast. Her little whines kept pace with her fingers steadily stroking her dripping cunt.At first, it was extremely difficult to get into the girl's tight little hole. When I hit her ass cheeks hard with the palm of my hand, she grunted and relaxed. After that, it was a piece of cake. It was one.