” “You said that you and your husband haven’t had sex in a while.” “I know, but it just feels wrong now. I have to go.” I then gathered...my clothes and got dressed. “I really have to go. We’ll talk soon I promise.” I then ran out of his house and I couldn’t believe it. My husband’s truck was in the driveway. I wondered why he was home. I started to feel very sick and hoped that he wouldn’t be able to smell anything on me. I knew I had that smell of sex.” I opened the door to the house and. It all came rushing back like it always does when I hear her or from her. Suddenly I was 20 years younger and in love—and getting turned on—I was always constantly excited just being near her. “What are you doing here—and this late?” I asked. “You aren’t happy to see me?” And she turned on the fake pouty lips—knowing I was definitely more than happy. “Of course” I opened the door and she stepped onto the porch and fell into my arms. We held each other then tentatively and then passionately. I wouldn’t say I look like Hugh Jackman (Wolverine) but dad doesn’t call me a chicken anymore :).Cutting the shit, I’m gonna tell you how I fucked her. It was rainy evening and I was home alone she was in her apartment playing guitar (that girl is way out of my league, I tell you) after that she must’ve started working on her PC because I heard it being started. All of a sudden, power went out but we had inverter at our home so it wasn’t a problem. And guess who knocked the door!She was wearing. Gerald sniffed the air. “It smells good in here, Mom. Were you playing with yourself before I came in?” Madeline's eyelids fluttered and her parted lips trembled. “Gerald, you mustn't do this,” she said in a whisper. With a flick of his wrist, Gerald lifted the sheet off his mother's leg. Then he put his hand on her thigh again, his skin now separated from hers only by the fabric of her satin nightgown. “Do what, Mom?” He slid his hand up her thigh until his forefinger was pressed to her pussy,.