To my mother.The only noise in the bathroom was coming from my cock; all that precum was making a soft squishy noise as my hand moved up down my hard,...swollen shaft. My mother just sat there watching me stroke my cock. Her eyes would move from my hand on my sliding up and down my cock to my eyes. She did not say a word. As I kept stroking my cock, a bit faster now; my mother folded her arms under her tits. Her arms pushed them up a bit more and in doing so, I got to see more of her areola.. I was around eight-teen and Ma having not been satisfied for five years decided to make a man out of me and and we slept together. This was probably the reason I loved older women and why incest was no big deal to me.I did well in school and later having stashed away some bucks went to a technical Inst. for diesel and electrical maintenance.Gloria was working in the office at the tech when I met her and I knew there was something there. We married when I was twenty-three and Gloria was thirty. I kept emphasizing that I wanted our marriage to be happy and sexure, our sex life together to be exciting, and above all for HER to have newer and greater levels of pleasure - while, of course, I watched and participated. She insisted that I be present and nearby and be ready to terminate things if that was what she wanted or if things or people got out of hand, she became uncomfortable, etc. I agreed to these conditions of hers, naturally, and felt the same way anyway.What we finally agreed. As they fucked her together, Bettina was free to do as she wanted, perhaps lick at both sets of balls, maybe try to squeeze her head in so she could spear that marvelously experienced tongue against Lauralee's clitoris.It would make her faint, Luaralee thought; so much concentrated and intense adoration would make her shatter into a million ecstatic pieces, and she would pass out. But even if she did, she knew they would continue to fuck her, and would bring her back from one shadowy wonderland.