“I am ordering one month of counselling. Two sessions per week. You WILL attend, Mr. Steadman, or else.” He glowered at me for a moment, then bang...d his gavel again. “That is all.”Julie, my soon to be ex-wife, looked smug as I entered the counsellor’s office.“I’m Dr. Sullivan, but you may call me Gerald. May I call you Brian?” he smiled at me.“No, you may not. You may address me as Mr. Steadman”“Brian there’s no need...” started Julie“And you, bitch, may not address me at all,” I snapped at. I still had the rest of the week off, so I was good, drunk, but good.Friends weren’t exactly family, but in my case they almost were. And I was grateful for them, boy was I ever.It was the 11th two days after the test. And it a little after 10:00 a.m. And the evil spirits were awakening me. I could hear them buzzing the buzzer on my apartment door. I rolled out in my underwear; well, it covered me well enough to allow me to be semi-decent as I wheeled myself to the front door to hurl insults at. Alternating speed, depth and suction, she worked my cock in her mouth like an oral sex savant. Moving my hand to the side of her head, I bunched some of her hair, guiding her head along my cock. I could feel a familiar tingle in my balls."Em, you better stop or I'm going to cum sooner than either one of us want to." I cautioned.She reluctantly withdrew my cock from her mouth. Standing, Emily unbuttoned her shorts and shimmied them down her toned legs. Once she was completely naked, Em mounted. I got my mother to suck me off quickly on 2 or 3 occasions when my wife was asleep but it was tense. It would have been disastrous if my wife had walked in and seen my mother and me having sex. Soon mom went back to our home town and I resumed sex with my wife, but I often fantasized that it was my mother that I was fucking. After a child, my wife’s cunt was of similar size and texture as that of mom’s and it was easy to close my eyes and pretend I was fucking my mother. It was after a few.