When I finally walked in the door at home, I wasn't prepared for the sight that awaited me. There was my mother totally naked leaning over the back of...the arm chair with Mr Robinson, the next door neighbor's cock stuffed all the way up her hairy cunt. The dirty bastard was grunting, holding on to her hips and fucked her as hard as he could. She was loving it so much that she was actually lifting and squeezing her tit with one hand and fingering her clit with the other. I stood there long enough. I was astounded to see several hundred posts from ardent Dr. Phyllis fans calling me all sorts of names for dissing her. I scrolled down the blog becoming more depressed with each entry haranguing me for disrespecting the good doctor.I was about to give up and turn off the computer when I spotted a blog entry that caught my eye. It read:Yes, I hate Dr. Phyllis. She ruined my marriage. My wife of only eighteen months now spends four nights a week with a woman she works with. They've been in a. I realized with a wave of relief that my lewd fantasy had to be a fiction. She wasn’t awake. She wasn’t watching me. No way would anyone pretend to sleep through that. But a thought had come into my head along the way, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop myself. I can’t! I can’t do it! But I had to. It was a compulsion. I slid off the chair and crawled to her side on my knees. I won’t touch her, I told myself. That had been my mistake last time. I just want to know what she smells like. I. I stared for a second at her nubile body, so much like her mother’s but without a crease or wrinkle, a hint of baby fat around her waist and legs. I got on the floor and pulled her foot up off the ground, and while I caressed her soft calf with one hand I pulled her toes into mouth and sucked on them. She immediately said, “Oh!” while looking up at me as I licked the soles of her feet and worked my way up her leg. Her hands were gripping the floor as I got to her thighs and kissed them gently,.