I came closer and closer to her pussy.“Nancy,” whimpered Mom, her big boobs swaying above me.“Relax, Mom,” I groaned. “You're going to love ...his.”I pressed my lips into her bush. Her silky curls spilled over my lips. And then I was kissing at her cunt. My tongue fluttered up and down her slit, gathering up her tangy juices. I groaned, savoring her Mommy cream. It was delicious. I had to have more. I licked and lapped at her thick pussy lips. I slid through those folds, making her gasp. Her big. It’s not that I’m asexual. I really like erotic literature, and I’ve even had thoughts of writing some of my own. But how can one write about something one has never done? All I really have to go on is my imagination and what I’ve seen in pornography. My intellect tells me that neither of those have much basis in reality. And so I’ve sat here for many long moments wondering what the experience of sex is really like. What does it feels like? Hot. Sublime. I imagine the friction between their. I always think to myself aboutwhat might have happened if I hadn't been arrested.I stayed at MIT for six years and earned my Bachelors, Masters, andDoctorate. I also met the man who would become my husband. We met whenmy computer crashed. He was working for campus IT to pay for his schooland responded to my call. We hit it off and have been loving and laughingever since. When we were both done with school, we got married andsettled in a city where both of us could find work. That happened. 'What you mean me and you go has a couple, mum what are you saying that you want to have sex with me, your own son are you mad' I said to mum in a raised voice.'Look Peter me and your Father have not been getting along for a few years and it's been 4 years since your Father made love to me, and like I said I'm a women also with needs, yet I do know what I' am asking you is wrong but you can get out of your debt and me, well I can finally get some love back in my life, even if it's my own son'.