There were times when I would wake up and ... feel you pressing against me. I mean, you had an erection. And you were pressing it against me. Do you r...member that?”“Mom I... ,” David began. “I, I don’t think so.” He looked up at the ceiling, trying to remember the period in time. “Shit, Mom. I have the most vague recollection, that I might have been having ... wet dreams at that time. I don’t think I knew that I had a hard on and that I was pushing it against you. If I did it, I swear, I must. “Are you ready?” he asked. “Yes,” I said with a nod. He put the tip of his cock inside me and pushed it in about halfway. He continued to make gentle, shallow strokes until I opened up completely and he could fit his whole cock inside. “Ohhh, god, yes,” I moaned in extreme pleasure as he got all the way in. “Don’t stop.” He filled me up with deep, powerful strokes and my pussy just wanted more and more. As my G-spot got closer and closer to orgasm with every few thrusts, we kissed again,. I can recall a time in bed, now I think it was before the 'haircut' incident and probably in her own bedroom. We were both naked and I was slowly thrusting between her legs. Old readers will remember that during sex we liked to talk dirty to each other and that started very early on in our relationship. She had spent the morning cutting up an old denim waistcoat and turning it to a sun top. On my instructions she had cut so much material off that it had turn out a little too daring for her but. "Yes, she is a fallen woman but she's not like the rest of them. Life was cruel to her and she took the only path left. She's different from the others. She is well educated, a fine conversationalist, all-in-all just a good woman in a bad life." He went on to tell him that if the light was on she was receiving visitors, but neglecting to tell him that it was never lit on Sundays.He dithered for a few weeks, now yes, then no, before he gathered his courage one evening after a quick winter storm.