She was "holding me off." This was the mid 1970's and sex was pretty open. Women were being "liberated" and having sexual freedom. The next morning, w...en I asked her where she learned to do that, she said. "I read about it and have been wanting to try it." Okay, sounds reasonable... She does read a lot.Long story made a little bit shorter, 4 months later we were married. Sex continued to be plentiful and great. She was pretty aggressive and NEVER said no. She loved to suck and fuck. Any where,. I just don't think – well, I know – this is not me. And I don't want it to become me. I don't want to be defined by any of this, or worry about how you will be damaged by something I did, or said, or what designer made my dress. I'm not cut out to be any nearer the center than the fringe, and that's where I'm happy."Now, before I cry, kiss me really good, and tell me that you want me to stay, so I won't cry myself to sleep for the next six-months, thinking it was all one-sided."Without giving. Her tongue entwined with mine so deliciously. And her hands gliding up my arms and touching my cheeks sent shivers down my spine.Blood pumped down my body and my cock was swelling. But this cleared my mind and it made me realize what was happening. I made a muffled sound and broke the kiss."I'm sorry," I mumbled while gently pushing her off of me, "I can't do this. I love my mom too much."She had a sad look on her face but quickly apologized. "No, you're right. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have. I took my knee up onto the table between us. His hand was immediately in my hair, pulling my head towards his, his tongue urgently finding mine and melting into the deepest, wet kiss with our tongues meeting together so divinely that instant pleasure bordering on pain flooded my vagina.He broke the kiss. “You’re sensational," he breathed the words into my neck, then reached behind me, hands on my arse, and pulled me up to a full kneeling position, guiding my legs to close round him. I groaned.