'Maybe it is me', he muttered. His wife had gone to bed; he slept in a separate room. He knew that he never was a 'ladies man'. He remembered a commen... a woman he had worked with say of one of the male employees who worked in the office. "Now that man can put his shoes under my bed anytime". That sort of comment he never received, the opposite was more common. "Trevor you have the sex appeal of a piece of concrete", that was said to him, sure as a joke by a woman colleague he got on very well. ’ ‘I know, but.. I’m scared, and need some company,’ she told me, the sound of her voice reminding me of a lost little girl for some reason. ‘If you think you can swim that far, you know you’re always welcome over here.. didn’t need to ask ya know…’ I told her. ‘Okay.. bye.’ ‘Bye.’ I hung up and went to make sure my door was unlocked. I opened it and stood looking out, watching her run across the lot, each step spraying water into the air, her long hair plastered to her face and back, and shirt. Her black bra strap was slipping off her right shoulder, and the sight turned him on to no extent. Ryan reached down and gently lifted her chin, watching as the head of his member slipped out of her mouth. ‘Pop’. She smiled up at him. Suddenly, he grabbed her underneath her knees and slid her ass to the edge of the couch. Her pussy flooded at his roughness, and she let him have his way with her. He lifted her legs until her knees were almost touching her shoulders. Her feet, still in their. I tried to talk myself out of it for weeks, but I have to have you. I have to." "Please John I am your mother. I love you and we can get past this if you stop right now. It is wrong to fuck me. My god what if you got me pregnant. Do you really want to put us through the shame of that. What would your father think. Please honey stop right now before you make a terrible mistake." I took my tongue out of my mother's pussy and thought about what she was saying. She did have a point. I did not.