I'm kind of jealous you're married to my son because you are a fucking amazing sexual woman! I'm totally in love I can tell you that much!” William ...aid with a smile while running his fingers through my wet sweaty hair as my wet mouth cleaned his cock.William and I continued chatting and he told me how he wanted to fuck me since the first day we met at that holiday resort And how he felt kind of guilty because he was still married and I was so much younger than him not to mention that I was his. ...."Now come with me to my room ,darling so we can have our little talk aboutnasty Marc. And then afterwards we can get you properly dressed as mommybought you something special for the occasion." I meekly followed.Afterwards i could remember only vaguely what we talked about or whathappened during the session but i could clearly feel something hadchanged. I felt very relaxed and somewhat euphoric and there was indeed nomore nagging voice in the back of my head. I loved my mommy. It seemed so intimate and lovin’ and I choked on my reply, unable to speak past the lump in my throat.“Hey, man,” Matt said, gettin’ up from his armchair.“No!” I cried, puttin’ my hands up in a wardin’ gesture. “No… I’ll be OK in a minute.” I sat for a bit, waitin’ for my heart to stop beatin’, tryin’ to get back my equilibrium. “Sorry,” I said at last.“No worries,” he said. There was a long silence. Flies buzzin’ against the glass, the tick of an old grandfather clock. “Ya wanna talk about. ..hopelessly insane," I respond. "And in love," she remarks an instant later. Outside we can we Miss Truly walking her mastif named Angel. She is our landlady, in her early sixties, long flowing white hair, and a massive pair of tits which she proud displays in very revealing shirts. Miss Truly is a lesbian and has flirted with Mom on occasion and even asked he out on dates but Mom has not yet opened herself to that side of her sexuality just yet. Yet. When Miss Truly spots us she waves but.