She closed her eyes, hoping it wasn’t real. But when she opened them again she was still on her knees in the bathroom, her son was still staring at ...er, and the salty taste of sperm was in her mouth.Eric’s face was filled with what could only be described as amazement and shock.Without a word, she stood up and rushed from the bathroom.Melissa was in bed when she felt Eric crawl in next to her. She had gotten into bed naked, as Eric had requested. Now she lay on her side, facing away from him. It was still warm and slippery. At the time, I couldn’t help myself and moved the panties to my face where I inhaled a huge whiff of her cunt odor. My cock, which had sprung to attention before I’d even gotten to the laundry room, was now oozing precum. I couldn’t help it, I had to take my cock out as I stuck my tongue out slowly, letting the tip just barely brush the material and take in the tangy sweet slime coating her panel. The whole time I’m thinking how could she have been so wet? She. I just realized something else I said to you. I’m not making a good impression.”“About masturbating? Everybody does it.” I said trying to poo-poo her negative worries.“No, as I played back the night in my head I said you could have my ass. That’s a bit more of a whore I can be than I wanted to expose. It’s something I’ve only done a couple times, and pretty drunk at that.” She said bursting into tears.“You’re over reacting. Most women have tried it and most were drunk. To be honest, yesterday. And they?reattached to me for life. I cannot escape them.It?s not a comfortable position, staring at my boobs from half wayinto a push-up, so I twist my lower body until I?m lying on my side,hip pressing into the floor, knee slightly drawn up.As I move I feel the weight of the new globes at my chest shifting andswaying.Oh, shit.No, I?m just a soldier on mission, I tell myself. Don?t panic andassess your situation.My raised upper body is now propped more comfortably on one arm.This oil-painting.