Mom did help me to reconstruct what we said, so it is fairly accurate, and the action is actually what happened. My, excuse me, mother says to say –...our affair – began with my decision to have my mother know about my sexual feelings for her. My name is Dan and I was 31, living at my mom's house, since my ex, Sue, divorced me. (Her temperament and mine were oil and water, our split having nothing to do with my Oedipal hang up.) Mom, called Cassie, and my father had divorced when I was. I heard him unbuckle his belt behind me. “Oh, even my father never spanked me!” I pleaded suddenly. I tugged at the bottom of my panties, unsure. “I promised you that it would be private, not that it wouldn’t be done,” he replied. I heard his belt slither out of its belt loops. There was no need for him to undress. He was soft at the moment, thanks to my wickedness. I looked back over my shoulder at him. I ran my fingers over my seat, grateful suddenly for the fabric, however small, that. This is the third night in a row I've slept on the couch. She wont let me near the bedroom and even the dog has taken her side by moving onto the spot where I used to sleep. I remember watch in a porno on anal once with her and she made me turn it off. "That's fucking disgusting to put your cock in a shit hole" That was the end of our anal sex discussion... down and dusted in one short sentence.I've always wondered what it would be feel like to fuck her arse,now I know.. I`d love to do it again. My mind was clouded byall sorts of visions, then it hit me like a brick on the noggin. Dadwanted me to do my very best, so I would! I would rock him back on hisheels so hard that he would get off my case! With a smile, I lay downand fell asleep.I never felt better than the next day when I woke up, and right atbreakfast, asked mom if she could help me with something when we weredone. She said yes, and within the hour I was out of my bath withnothing but a towel on. Mom stood there, not saying a.