I knew what she wanted.She knows that I love her feet and this is a part of me that she embraced, early on in our relationship. She takes very good ca...e of them and makes sure their clean for me. I turned and saw her pretty feet, painted red at the tips. I kissed her toes and heard her whisper, "suck on them". I sucked and licked them and then did the other foot. "I'm so close baby, fuck me harder and fill me up with your hot cum. Then I want you to suck it out of me as I cum on your face!" she. "I thought we were making chili." I like the 'we.' Gumbo today, chili tomorrow. What we don't eat..." He gestured toward the freezer then started to peel an onion."I don't know how much free time I'm going to have so I may not be able to help much in preparing meals."I thought there was a chance you would feel you had to do it to prove you'd make a worthy wife. That would be unfair, so I figured I'd make, hopefully with help, as many meals as I could before the work starts."I started to protest. And just two days after I came back home, it was my birthday. My mother was very happy to have me back.And I was even more happy to have her right in front of me. I was so sexually addicted to my mother, I was convinced I had crossed that line where seeing her merely as the woman who gave birth to me, was not possible. I was at that stage of sexual ecstasy where I wanted her to be my wife. I wanted to own her. I wanted to make my mom mine.I wanted to be the one she would spread her legs for. I. “Hey, Barbie, is my room a double?” Damon shouted from the staircase he was just beginning to ascend with an arm full of luggage.With a sickeningly sweet smile, the blonde bimbo lent over to show a load of cleavage off and in her best imitation husky voice replied, “Of course it is sugar”.Turning to me, Damon said “Free to hijack the other half of the bed if you like.”Without a second glance and the blonde bimbo, I ran after him up the staircase. Up three floors, I was out of breath and.