” She paused a bit to sip her beer, “God, listen to us. Do we sound pathetic or what?”“What do you mean mom?”“Don’t get me wrong Mavion ... its great talking to you and I appreciate your openness. But here we are a mom and son, trading compliments when we should be out doing stuff. You know, you with Margaleetha and me with, well…no one yet.”“Mom its ok. I really like talking with you, it’s really nice. As far as Margaleetha goes I’m not sure I’ll ever see her again.” Mavion “s expression turned. None of the guys objected to having a "waitress" serve them food and refreshments. This way, they would not miss any action of the big game.Over the next hour, the young wife must have made her way in and out of the living room 20 times. Instead of watching the television screen when Cindy was present, most of the eyes in the room were now focused on her large, firm breasts as they seductively bounced and wiggled with each step. If a set of eyes wasn't fixated upon her breasts, they were on her. I pushed her feet apart holding them aloft. Her drenched pussy opened for me as I lowered my hips to the level of penetration. Her eyes wild with the thought of what was about to happen, my swollen head pushed once again into her now puffy petals. I groaned deeply with a throaty tone as the head slid into her sheath, the outer muscle readied for my girth with the plunging of three fingers to stretch it. Her body stilled and then shook as I slid deeper with each slow gentle stroke. I quivered as. She came over to him and held him. It was soft and sweet, friendly and caring. She didn’t want him to think that it was all about sex for her, either. She wanted so much more than that from him. She didn’t want to have sex so much as make love, over and over, for hours at a time. For her, what had happened, it had diminished the meaning of sex substantially. It had totally cheapened it. It had to be more than that to be meaningful and important.She wanted to be in bed with him- a much bigger.