After all, he had a mother who wanted him to fuck her all the time and I had a son who did.In a month it will be ten years since I've been with my son...as man and woman. I've added 'wife' to my feelings as mother and lover. Although we were not actually married, our commitment to each other is as real and strong as any marriage I have ever seen. We've had infrequent fights like any other couple, but it's been so good that sometimes it makes me afraid, particularly when the sex is especially. We kissed as I plunged as deep as I could go and filled her with my load. After we came down off an orgasmic high we stepped into the shower and kissed and caressed and soaped each other until I was sporting another hard on. At which point she knelt and began to tease the head of my cock with her tongue and my balls with her nails. While I was enjoying being teased there is only so much I can take before... I take control and get what I want! I told her, “Don’t tease too much little girl. You. It would start soon.Full awareness returned to her mind, and her body, and her muscles, and she stretched, as if in wakefulness, pulling against elastic mystery which held her, but prevented any movement.There was no thought of escape.The familiar penetration started as a moist caress at her lips, and it began to slowly, and implacably, force its way into her. Pleasure blossomed in her body, the familiar touch of a lover becoming something else. Grateful at the return of her muscles, she pushed. ”“They will not listen to reason,” replied Prudence. “They will not even wait for a judge. They mean to hang her, this very night.”“I suspect this is all because of Abigail,” said Constance. “She developed a dislike for me. She was jealous when Symeon chose me for a wife instead of her. She has poisoned the village against me.”“Are you saying it was Abigail who struck down Symeon in such a cowardly way?” asked Samuel.“That I cannot say,” replied Constance. “But I am quite certain that it was.