Perfect."Turn over," I slapped her thighs, ordering her."Yes, Patrick. Fuck me from behind." As soon as mom's ass got in the air, I knelt down and gli...ed my dick where it needed to go. Her pussy was tight. Way tighter than I imagined it to be. Tighter than (my girlfriend) Celine's. "FUCK ME, PATRICK," she asserted. Screw the condoms. She was too horny to have remembered about them, and I'd never done it plastic-free before. Celine was incessant about the damn things, even though I've never once. She was upset and we were just trying to cheer her up when my sister, Beth, who knew my special ability, suggested, "Austin, you should turn the fucker."Gwen asked, through tears, "W-w-what's that mean?"Beth said, "Tell her."I usually didn't tell my secret to everyone, discretion was key in the plethora of guys I had turned. Yet, I really liked Gwen, who was a complete sweetheart, and figured if this guy was such an asshole to cheat on Gwen, he was definitely in play.I explained, "I turn guys.". .out of rage, I rough her up a bit demanding to know if she’s still seeing you. And you know what she does?? Violet...My WIFE OF ALMOST 25 YEARS spits on my face and screams to me how she’s in love with you...and how she can’t STAND THE SIGHT OF ME!!!”I can see the look of anger and hurt on Clark’s face. I look to Violet as she starts to bawl her eyes out. My head is racing with millions of thoughts and regrets. I am flooded with a wave of guilt as I stare at Clark. His face is flashing. On that free day I usually walk the 2.7 mile site looking at everything, which takes some time, and then I take a nap and go out to early dinner and get back by seven when Nancy usually arrives from spending the day with her folk. We lounge around fucking and talking and then have supper at eleven and the project crews resume at midnight and it’s all on again until midnight Saturday. At the end of every second month, a relief engineer comes in and I get a week off, and now this was my first.