Six months ago I was shaving in the mirror when my mum walked in on me, I was totally naked but that didn’t spot her, she was putting the towels awa... in the airing cupboard, then turning to me she said that she liked to see smooth men, I was a little taken back because I had just earlier shaven off all my pubic hair, did she mean my smooth shaven chin or my smooth cock area, whatever, it set things I motion that in time gave me the urge to be with my mum, and I don’t mean sitting at the dining. “Here’s the deal,” she declared in a disgusted tone, then pushing past me, clearly still angry. “You are going to cure them,” she pulled out a medical testing kit of some kind and ripped it open to pull out the fresh needle. “Then we can figure out how to do everyone else.” “Okay,” I sighed and held out my arm to her. She wasn’t as gentle or as practiced a nurse as my mother, so when she poked me I couldn’t help but cry out. “Baby,” she teased, but I gritted my teeth and let her pull out my. It had been the loveliest honeymoon she could imagine, days on the beach, sunning her body to a ripe, gentle tan, evenings of dancing and dining and, yes, champagne, and nights of hot, loving, irresistible sex with her new husband Mark. She had acquired quite a taste for making love, for having a man's, Mark's, penis in her easily-excited needing pussy. Her twenty years of total abstinence and self-denial had built up in her and once unleashed seemed impossible to cool. But now she could. I slid about half of my cock head into Ann, and I bumped against her maidenhead. Okay, she had one, for what that was worth.I kept pushing, and I felt her maidenhead stretch back away from the opening, but now I was held up by the ring of muscle just behind her pussy lips. Dammit, it was enough to think that there was a conspiracy against us making this work! I kept pushing, and my helmet suddenly popped through the restricting ring, and that broke Ann's maidenhead at the same time. She.