Her undergarments were mundanetoo but, again, kept my focus on her shapely contours. When she wasnaked and put her hands on her swelling hips, I near...y melted with sissysubmissiveness. My wife cupped my chin in her hand to kiss me full onthe mouth, her tongue lashing against mine, making it clear who was incharge when it came to sex.She told me, "I want to look as bossy as I feel. Get me the vest."Just hearing her say that made me my nerve endings tingle. I went to herside of the closet and. What really happened Mom??”Mom was initially evasive but then when I told her that I also suffered from her complex and that I could also not achieve orgasm unless hurt physically she started her long story.“Son your papa was already in the services when we were married. Our marriage was a tame affair as your grandmother was no more and your grandfather was a hopelessly poppy addict. There was hardly any fanfare. I was a rustic village girl and my father was all too happy to get rid of me.After. . "I took advantage of you" ?, I asked."Oh god baby NO !........., I felt I took advantage of YOU" !, she said."Mom, I..........",I started to respond but stopped due to the sound of a door opening."We'll talk about this later", she said in a whisper while giving the back of my hand a few pats. My sister had come home. She walked in smiling, full of energy telling us all about the birthday party, they all went swimming, etc. Mom went to get dressed, Sis went to her room and I sat at the table.. Then, something funny started to happen. Since I was no longer having sex regularly, once the sadness started to fade, I suddenly found myself extremely horny. Happiness and contentment had started to become a part of my daily emotional cycle, and now the crushing sadness made up only a quarter of my emotions, only when I was alone. But now, I was up, I wasn’t sad, I was horny. I needed to be fucked. And who better to do that than someone who had already done it so, so well so, so many times..