I just put on some underwear and a t shirt and head for the couch to see I don't know what on TV. After a while I kind of notice my wife taking a bit ...onger than usual to come out of the room or shower but I don't think too much about it.I receive a message through Facebook and to my surprise it's my wife. She starts by discussing some stupid topic that we were discussing through the day and I got mad and starting just discussing through the chat and all of the sudden she writes "shut your. Sex is wonderful but every now and then (every other Saturday) it's really nice for me to indulge myself.I never thought I was one for rituals but in this case, I guess I am. On these Saturdays, I wake up around 7am. We have a sliding glass door in the bedroom of our condo and I open it all the way, it brings a nice breeze along with the fresh smells of the grass and flowers in the courtyard. I retract the heavy curtain but I leave the light one most of the way in place. It's very sheer but you. Mai dar gaya kyun ki koi nahi janta tha ki main koi nasa krta hun main e use kha dekho ghar pe mat batana mujhe bahut dat pade gi to o boli ki tum vada karo ki aab nahi piyo ge to nahi bataunge maine kha thik hai aur vo chali gaye 2ghante bad main gar pe gaya to dekha oladki mere ghar pe mere bahno ke sath baithe hai our mujhe dekh kar hans rahi thi mai chupchap chala gaya 3din bad main machin chalu karke khet main pani bhar rha tha ur o ladki pani ke tanki pass aakr nha rhi thi main kuch der. Some time had passed now after Liira's arrival, and I had settled into a routine. During the night, I would have mind-blowing sex with my mother's body, and during the day I would do everything I could think of to avoid her. I was still weirded out by the prospect of enjoying my night-time trysts, but the biggest problem for me was that Liira had managed to instil a Pavlovian response in me. Whenever I was in close physical proximity to my mother's body, I would begin to bar up in preparation.