One again she looked adorable i greeted her with a hug and a kiss. She brought a bottle of wine with her. While I was cooking she poured a glass of wi...e for us and she sat and talked while I cooked. ‘How do you like your steak’ I asked ‘Medium rare’ she said. ‘Cool thats how I like mine too makes it easy’ We sat down to eat She immediately compliments my cooking. ‘Im glad you like it!’ i said. After we were done we went inside and sat on the couch with another glass of wine. She asks me ‘Whats. "Tell me, Johnny," she hissed. "Tell me what you're doing to me." I'm fucking you, mum." I began moving in and out faster. "I'm fucking your bum hole, I've got my big, hard cock in my mother's bottom."She began moving with me in time to my thrusting. "I need you to fuck me every morning, Johnny." I promise." And every afternoon." Yup." And every night too." Definitely." I'm giving myself to you darling," she hissed, her breathing was getting ragged now, "You can do anything you want with me, to. Therefore, I respected what I thought was Inge's hesitancy to go further than the occasional kissing and our fully clothed embracing.The closest we came to 'sleeping together’ happened twice on weekend excursions we made into the mountains. As in most small mountain-huts at that time, sleeping space was provided on an extended, raised platform along a wall, covered with thickish matting. People bedded down next to each other, wrapped up in the sleeping bags and blankets they had brought.On. We couldn't have sex, but ended up on the floor for HOURS kissing, bumping, grinding, & just enjoying the sweet feeling of endless arousal. l have to say those are my 2 most cherished memories of intimacy, and l'd rather share that than get laid any day. Both are still best though, but given a choice l'd always prefer the beauty of intimate & passionate foreplay whether or not l get laid. Then there was my girlfriend Tammy who l tied to her bed, and basically let her baste from multiple.