She stood in front of me while I sat on the couch and held me and she sighed and cried along with me for several minutes. Her hands stroked my shoulde...s and neck as she held me close and kissed me on top of the head. My arms were wrapped around her waist and I clung to her tightly. It slowly dawned on me that my face was nestled into her bosom, I could feel the heat from her soft tits, I kept hold of her as she knelt on the couch beside me. I somehow convinced myself that since she returned. "Nonsense!" Mom said. "This bed is big enough for the two of us. After all I am your mother, you know."Let me take a moment here to describe my Mom, and then you will see why my heart leaped into my mouth when she spoke those words. She was only 20 when I was born, so that made her 38 at this time--to me, the age when a woman is at the very peak of her physical beauty and allure. (I like mature women, you see.) She stood about 5 feet 6 and weighed probably 140, just a tad on the plump side. "I'll wait outside. You're too shy to share such things at least for now," she winks.It takes him longer than usual to release his pent up urine needing his cock to calm. Once released he washes his hands and face and tentatively opens the door both eager and overwhelmed by Rosa's bawdiness.She takes him by hand this time and leads him to another room on the other side of the hall. It is much larger and with a red theme."The crimson room," she explains closing and locking the door behind her. For she believed this to be the primary cause of his actions with her."It really is all my fault!" she told herself once more as she headed toward the deserted cabins. She felt oddly calm now though... originally she had been ready to leave her husband Ike... to return home to live... but now, she knew that no matter how awful Ike was, she had to give her marriage another chance. Hadn't her body made it perfectly clear to her that the things she felt for her father, weren't entirely normal? She.