’ ‘Me too’ We could have fallen asleep then, but a desire to communicate over took the alcohol induced tiredness we both felt. The next two hou...s were spent on the conversation that might normally have preceded any sexual intimacy: how we each knew the marrying couple- I was a university friend of the bride, she a cousin of the groom- our careers, our families, how her parents felt about her being gay – very supportive it turned out- our disillusionment with our respective ex’s. We faced each. Mrs. Henderson sashayed out to the pool in her tiny bikini every afternoon at about the same time, except for Wednesdays and Sundays when she played bridge. Bailey would be in the tool shed stroking his cock in anticipation of the forthcoming entertainment, his libido had returned as strong as it ever was. They masturbated together yet separately and the window pane received the outcome, as it were. Bailey was pleased that his erection had come back and was able to ejaculate daily but oh how he. Moving from the left side of the bed to the right, he stood still for a few seconds then sat beside me. He was wearing a tight red tank top, and silk red boxer shorts. On the nightstand next to him were a lamp, a bottle of whiskey, an open beer, and a pack of Marlboro’s. He pushed himself to the headboard and leaned his back on it. He looked at me and sighed. He then started to run his fingers through my hair with his right hand, and rub his chest with his left. He started to move his right. I’m sorry, but you kept insisting me to fuck you, so we did and you almost fuck my brains out mom” I said.“Oh god, I didn’t! Did you use a condom son?” asked my mom with a shivering voice.“I’m sorry but I didn’t use a condom” I replied.“Don’t tell me you cum inside me?” my mom asked.“I did, and twice” I answered.“How could you do that to me? I could get pregnant from you. And how could you fuck me, I am your mother” said my mom with an angry voice.“But you demanded me to fuck you” I quickly.