Emboldened by the lack of visible reaction my finger slipped into her up to the first knuckle before darting forward for a slightly more comprehensive...assessment of her grooming. After swiping inside the front of her underwear I backtracked along the sodden slit inserting my full index finger for a blissful moment.As I straightened up it felt like the coast was no longer clear. I clocked 2 guys having a close chat. Was I being paranoid or were they looking in my direction? Trying to play it. I quickly put the food on the table and we both ate breakfast as she sat on my lap. We talked about what we were going to do the rest of the day and we made out some more too. As soon as she finished, I felt her hand touching my cock. She was stroking it slowly, teasingly slowly while lightly touching her lips to mine. I was so hot by her touch that I picked her up and sat her on the edge of the table and pushed her back towards the tabletop. I then dove headfirst into her pussy. She stammered. He'd changed, and she hadn't, and there was this new woman who gave him what Mom couldn't. He also said that I had nothing to do with the break-up, and that he still loved me and would make sure I was happy. I said I understood, and gave him a hug. And that was that.After the divorce, I ended up with Mom. That was OK. She needed me more than Dad did. It was a long time before she started dating again, but she finally remarried a couple of years ago.There were some changes in the household after. I have lived that way ever since. At 44 years old, the past 20 years have been a mostly satisfying experience living out my natural tendencies of submissiveness. Sure, much of the outside world saw a strong and confident woman who sat on Boards, easily made decision for charities of various natures. A woman who contributed money in large sums with deliberate and careful analysis. That was the outside woman, the one who struggled and worked hard at presenting an image. The other woman, the woman.