Our sex life hasn't exactly been anything to write home about for the past four or five years, mostly because she refuses to use birth control, and I ...efuse to get a vasectomy. I guess most of our lack of intimacy can be blamed on my. I don't want to have any more c***dren, I've already fathered four, and don't wish to have any more. Yet I have this fear of surgery, so I refrained from having the vasectomy surgery done. We have always used condoms and have a fair supply in our nightstand I. "thats true , your right mom." me and dad then went to move the bed ,'we both got dressed and dad helped me with the chores. We did all this in silence , both in our own thoughts. About six thirty mom called us in for dinner. I walked in ahead of dad, to see mom had indeed prepared a man size meal. With sausages, barmbrack and Irish stew with bacon. Well, dad and I made short work of that meal, mom started cleaning the kitchen, before we were finished eating. I looked at her in her long dress. And the best part—her voluptuous, thick, figure, wide hips and a little extra baggage in her mid-section due to her 40plus age-range, made her seem to me, for all the world, like she could’ve easily dragged me in and overpowered me and ****d all sense out of me, if she’d really wanted to, without having had to ask. So, the roofy wearing off, now I was rousing as she played with my balls, sucked my cock-tip and lasciviously rubbed up and down my thighs with her hands, occasionally sliding. Along one wall was a bathtub. Liv stood on tip toes and whispered that I should get into the empty tub. She then said, “This is Stella's little fantasy. I hope you'll join in for her.” Dumbly I nodded and stepped into the low, shallow tub. I saw that Stella had become quiet and almost looked a little nervous. Her hand rubbed slowly at her lower stomach. Liv told me to sit down and again I obeyed her, my feet by the taps. The tub was cool against my buttocks. Liv knelt beside the tub, leaned in.