I have been sitting on the hard benches in the park for the last two hours and my ass hurts also. I return to my parent’s house and walk into my old...bedroom. Crap, did I leave all this stuff here? What a mess. But at the same time it is a comfortable mess. I relax. I feel at home, at peace. ‘INCOMING, INCOMING,’ I shout. I roll from the bed and look wildly around for my rifle. Ohshitwherethehellismyweapon? I can see bright light streaming in a window as I scrabble around on the floor. My mother. Mom’s breasts were soft yet firm.The lust of a son towards his mom was so intoxicating that I pressed her boobs with great force. With a startle, my mother opened her eyes and looked at me. I smiled at her.She got up and removed my hands from her boobs and said to me calmly,“This is not right. I am your mom”.“I know,” I said.That melted away her anger, I think.“I know your frustration, but still this is wrong,” she said again.“You know my situation. I want you very much. I have a deep desire. Unless you turn on your "porch lights" someone could walk by just below and never know there was anyone there. There's no direct line of sight anyway, but it was very quaint.Maybe that's why Dee stood up and peeled off what little clothing she had on. She reached down and pulled at my Baggies.I was going to fight it? I think not! I raised my butt off the chaise and she pulled the shorts down and then peeled the tank top as well.Then she just sat back down next to me and cuddled up close. I. Naturally I was disappointed, as I could no longer worship their union with my mouth. "Best for deep penetration" said Stuart. My wife's lover moved atop her, her legs against his strong shoulders, so that my ovulating wife was almost bent double, her feet pointing to the ceiling! His massive cock must have felt SO deep inside her, as she yelled, "God, you are so so big; SO much bigger than my husband! I love it, I love it!". Now there was no scope for me to 'lick their mating'; instead the 2.