The image of his naked mother fingering her arsehole gave Mark an instant hard on and he immediately lay down on his towel on his belly. "What's wrong... darling?" "Oh nothing," Mark said. "It's just a bit of a tummy ache." Oh you poor thing. Let me rub your back for you so you feel better."Mark didn't argue with her and Helen straddled his back, kneading his shoulders. "How does that feel?"Mark's eyes were rolling back into his skull. He moaned. "Wonderful," he said.Helen smiled. "I'm pretty. Those pictures were taken the first time Mary was close to being her old self since she was attacked. I think she'll treasure them for the rest of her life. They show a side of Mary that some of us thought we'd never see again. I've even caught Mom tearing up a couple of times when she was looking through them." I'm surprised you showed them around that much. I could have gotten into trouble for taking those pictures." Oh, Bullshit. There wasn't anything in any of those pictures you can't see. It was before we were married and i didn't mind...I asked her it if got her excited, and she said yes that she felt her panties get a bit wet. As soon as she said that I got up from the sofa and went to the pile of her dirty clothes. I picked up her panties and walked back to the sofa. There on the sofa right in front of her i began to do what i had fantasized about for almost 20 yrs, I sniffed her panties and masturbated in front of my wife. The look in her eyes showed disgust and anger. . Then he was in me to his hilt and again he paused, one hand caressing my back as he crooned softly, "Oh, yesss baby. Oh my god you are so tight. Holy fuck you feel good." He slowly started to withdraw, and in that moment the pain ebbed and the pleasure came flooding in. "Fuck. Yes." "How does that feel, baby?" "Holy fuck. Yes. Fuck me." He thrust into me slowly again, on hand on my shoulder pulling me down on his cock. The pain was still there, but it had receded under the sublime sensations.