“Poetic phrasing, I guess. Stupid, but poetic. So, you’re planning on finding strength in your hatred? You really think that’s a healthy approac...?”Smiling, I replied. “How healthy does it have to be? We don’t really have to be concerned about long-term effects, do we? In six months, I’ll be in a grave.”“My friend, forget reconciliation for now, you don’t have to spend time with her. I can talk to you about coping techniques, warn you about what’s going to come up for you emotionally, I can be. Me: I’m glad mom, you finally opened up! From now on, no more limits, ok?Mom: Yes, baby, fuck everything else, no more limits!The way she was speaking, I knew she really meant it. I wanted to try out if she had any limits now.Me: Your pussy was really tight, mom. My cock felt really good inside you.She thought of having her sons’ cock inside her made a bit horny.Mom: Baby, you were the first one to fuck me after your dad passed away. It was so long time ago. What did you expect? And your cock. I dropped my enveloped hands towards hers. She avoided me easily and unfastened the rope girdle around my habit. She whispered ‘Got you!’ triumphantly as she deftly looped the rope over my wrists and tied them together. I tried to turn to see who it was. She pressed the sides of my cowl together, blindfolding me completely. There was a soft metallic click. Something was holding my cowl shut. ‘Come on, Alan, we have places to go.’ She whispered. It is very difficult to identify a whisper. I. Her pretty ass still remembered the way he had taken her back there with almost no effort at all. His entry was swift and pleasing and when he finally released his creamy cum, she was already panting with her own uncontrollable orgasm that seemed to sneak up on her like a thief in the night and give her little chance to forestall the happy release.She even thought about her mouth obsessed boss who liked filling her throat with his seeds almost every workday providing the schedule allowed it..