It was actually quite exhilarating; having my head hanging off the side made me already get a little woozy. He pushed even further until three inches ...f his cock was within my warm, wet mouth. I felt his cock head start to stretch my throat and I tried to relax so he could push even further. For some odd reason, I wanted to please him, and I wanted to please him well. He pulled out slowly as I began to suck and flick his cock with my tongue. He moaned as I practically sucked it back inside my. So I told her my name and minutes later we shared an intimate little booth in the back of the hotel restaurant."I never do this," she said, after we had ordered."Neither do I," I assured her and we laughed. Her laugh was wonderful. It was held in check by her guarded lips, but her big eyes lit a sparkle that suited the silvery sound of it.She was married, she said. Only now did I see the modest ring she wore on her left hand. She thoughtfully turned it around on her finger. "My date was not. I watched thy from my room window as thy rode thou horse through the streets." "Aye, yes, I remember thee. Thy were dressed in white withal a blue satin shawl wrapped around thou shoulders. Thou tresses so light draped o'er thou shoulders in waves." "My lord, thy sawest me?" "'Twas a sight most beautiful my mind dost replay! But now, fair mistress Magdalena, thy occupy my chambers withal such glory." "My lord, thy words fill my face withal heat." "Aye, and thy fill my room withal grandness. Even though the thoughts of having incestuous sex with my imagined son is an exciting sexual fantasy to have, the repercussions of having forbidden sex that would certainly take years of therapy on psychiatrists’ or psychologists’ couches to unravel wouldn’t be worth the few minutes of incestuous sex. Especially after all that’s happened to me and after all that I’ve been through, I wouldn’t want to put any son of mine through any and all of that. If I had been blessed with a son, I wouldn’t.