I will be in my room today.And I left the kitchen.My mom was shocked to hear this. It was like I took the words from her mouths. Last night were fucki...g amazing. If I ever let her talk like this, the situation would have been the opposite. Me feeling sorry for my mom and her distancing from me for a while. I rather not!She should feel sorry for me. She should find a way to make me happy again. The last thing I said should give her a right hint for what I really wanted.The day went on, and I was. There after we relaxed for some time and once again were ready for the intercourse. This time she lied down on the edge of the bed with two thick pillows under to raise her as for batter access and full penetration . She raised her legs and spreaded all the way to expose her cunt wide open. Then she invited me for fucking. She held my cock and guided my dick to enter her demanding hole . I pushed my dick in her cunt fully and plugged her tight hole. Then bent down on her to kiss and caress her.. I looked at her longer then I should as my eyes looked at her, and her body, as we sat there. Finally I said “Of course you do. I’ll bet every man on this planet would agree with me. You are pretty. You have, what appears to me, to be a fantastic figure, and,” and I stopped talking. I questioned myself whether or not I should tell her. However, I felt quite comfortable there. I felt unusually comfortable with her too. Something about Gwen, whatever that was, had me feeling, I don’t know, but it. How could a man do this to her? How could a man control her emotions without even trying? Never would she be able to understand how she could feel so elated yet miserable at the same time. Both feelings were pitched to intensity in his presence. She died for his touch and died from it at the same time. Even now, with only memories of him, those intensities were doing battle in her mind. She fed on him with her emotions, making her feel empty most of the time. After all, how can one find.