. I don't believe you just did that. It was a joke, right? A birthday prank?"His grin was sheepish. "If that's what you want, sure."Her jaw dropped. "...atthew!" She laughed harshly. "I am not having sex with my son!"But that's exactly what she did, that very night. And it was good.It was 3:43 a.m. Mattie was asleep again; butt snuggled in against Matt, pillow over her head, snoring just perceptibly. His hand rested idly on her bare hip; he fingered his spent erection with the other.This was. " She smiled and laughed at my moment of weakness."You're not going to let me live this down are you?" I asked Sharon, knowing exactly what her response was going to be.We cuddled and kissed until I was fully ready. This time Sharon got on top. She moved her body up onto me. I played with her saggy tits and let them slap my face as she lowered herself over me. She rocked back and forth slowly. It was becoming increasingly apparent that I wasn't able to go as deeply into her. We switched. When I said I was low in the self esteem department, it was no exaggeration. I was always shy around new people as it was, but since the divorce I had lost the confidence I had managed to build up and had become the wallflower I had been in my youth. Becky would simply not allow that and always managed to bring me out of my shell. The building we worked in was so far detached from the rest of society that everybody ate lunch in the cafeteria, time and distance not allowing any outside. We’ve gotta work something out. I’m ... a slut. I’ve tried not being a slut. Look where that got me!“Clearly, you’re a slut, too, so the only practical solution is for both of us to share. Aren’t we a match made in Hell, right? I can’t ask you to stop being a horndog and you can’t ask me not to be a fucking cum whore, because that’s just who and what I am. Was that the substance or essence of your little video, dear?” Christine pushed back her golden bangs as we dried each other off.“Pretty.