Her tits are pretty big, and very firm; her ass isn't too big, but has a nice round shape to it; and her legs are long and very trim. I couldn't count...the number of times I've whacked off thinking about my own mother, and that it's so wrong only made it more of a turn-on for me.Not until my father's death would I ever have suspected that my mother had the same kinds of feelings for me. A few months after the funeral, my mother started walking around the house in very sexy outfits, ones that I. We didn’t speak directly about her boyfriend but she did ask me, a little nervously, whether they had disturbed me when they came to bed. I lied and said that I must have been asleep, turning away from mum to hide my reddening face. Mum must have taken this as reassurance, as Mark was invited back on at least a weekly basis from then on. They also seemed to become more relaxed in front of me, kissing and canoodling, and in the amount of noise they made during sex. In the bedroom, mum still. “What kind of Devil are you?” he finally panted in a whisper as the tears dripped down his cheeks, and sweat rolled down his entire body.“I am the Devil of Rage and Revenge,” I told him and laughed.“What do you know?” I demanded in a stern, harsh voice immediately following that.“We heard that the mob supplied the vehicle and some muscle for an abduction a few weeks ago, but we never knew who or when. There wasn’t anything on the news about it, and we thought that they were bullshitting us,” he. Last night was in complete darkness and we did not see each other’s faces. But in daylight, we have some inhibitions and almost 30 minutes passed without a word between us. Both were sitting on either side of the bed silently.Finally, I took the initiative and asked him “Did you really like it so much?” he said “Yes”. Now I moved to his side of bed and knelt before him, raised my head looked into his eyes and smiled. He too smiled. I put my hand over his cock which is not completely hard yet.