The bursting point was last weekend when we went at each other hammer and tongs. I never ever used my husband’s impotence during our arguments but t...is evening my husband said.“I can’t give you what you need, so it’s probably for the best that you get that from someone else!” he shoutedI paused looking at his eyes as they filled with tears.He looked at me lovingly and said.“I will always love you, but you have needs I can’t fulfil. Go and find someone who will fulfil that side of your life with. "No," I said turning crimson, "Well, yes. Maybe. A little."What the hell was all this? It felt like I was in some sort of Twilight fucking Zone. Had Mom lost her mind? Mom's and sons just didn't do this sort of thing. Well, okay, that isn't exactly true. I'd seen the odd story on the local TV news in the past, read about it in newspapers or in one of those glossy shit rags going for a buck in a Seven Eleven store. Incest, right? Wasn't that a Hillbilly sort of thing? I guess, in a way, this. "I didn't hear you come in." He couldn't hide the fact that besides being surprised he was also happy to see me. He patted the spot next to him and I dutifully plopped down next to him on the sofa."Greg had a headache, he always seems to have one these days," I answered with a pout as I nestled against his body. Oh my gawd, did I really say that I asked myself silently. A little grin appeared on dad's lips. "Boys are weird," I added quickly."I suppose we are," dad agreed as he put his arm. Now I was dripping all over. My neighbor whispered again “suck it” and again with a mix of terror and arousal, I leaned down, and took my first taste of another mans cock. His head was big. I fit it in but couldn’t put much more in. I tried to remember all the blowjobs I had received and attempted to do the same. I licked and flicked the big head with my tongue while I stroked him in a steady rhythm. His cock throbbed and jerked. I could taste the precum leaking from the head. I spat it out and.