I wanted to masturbate so badly, but could not. Torture at the very least! Early the next morning, she arrived home, looking like the cat that ate the...canary.She was used; wet, spent, and very calm as she walked in and kissed me. The taste of her lover was still fresh on her lips. Our morning was a blur; I made love to her with more lust and intensity than ever before. We agreed that this was something to be explored further. I had never felt so in synch with my wife before. It was like being. Two independent lives, souls apart, and now they are joined by this small physical sign. He squeezes her hand in response. ~ Outside the entrance to her building it is time to say goodnight. He does not expect to be invited up, not on their first real date, and what with her sense of propriety. The hold both hands standing apart from each other. She looks up into his face with bright, brown eyes. ‘It was a wonderful evening tonight.’ ‘For me too.’ ‘I hope that I am not being too forward.’ She. “Oh my god,” I whispered. “I know! Three more – I think we found the center!” He picked up a small stone piece about the size and shape of a dinner plate and held it up to the hanging light. The intricate carving seemed to move across the stone. A woman wrapped in a long gown and wearing an ornate head dress filled with feathers and strange symbols, held a square box in front of her chest. On the box were more symbols I didn’t recognize, and over her right shoulder was a crescent moon. I. I clicked them & saw an online forum where there were tips on how to seduce their son, how to make their son hungry for their body, how other women have fucked their son etc.I was happy to see what my mother wanted, actually what I wanted. So I shouted mom come here in angry tone. My mom came to her room & said “What happened son? Is every thing okay?”.“So, this is what you do behind our back, you fucking whore” I angrily replied.My mom was shocked to hear what I said but deep inside she knew.