It had been a long time since she’d had an admiring comment from a male. If only her husband would be as attentive. ‘What’s the matter with me?�...� she thought. ‘I can’t let myself keep thinking like this! If I do, I’m going to add to the troubles I’ve already gotten myself into.’ ‘Ah…thank you, Mitch, I, uh, I…you’ll have to excuse me for a second,’ Melissa stammered. She suddenly felt very ill at ease. She turned, went back to the bathroom, closed the door, and leaned against it. ‘What’s wrong. “Aaah!” He sounded out a muffled screamed. She bit his tongue, “Bombocloth bitch!” he screeched angrily as he slapped her hard across the face. “Oh God!” she cried, holding the rapidly swelling cheek. “Shit! Mom, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” “Let me up”, she managed to whisper. “No.” he held her more tightly now.She started to cry. He’d never seen her like that before. “Don’t cry baby girl”, he gently kissed his mother’s cheeks. He gently ran a trail of kisses from her ear, down to her neck,. Perhaps they had a bust up, who knows and who cares but when I found her flat out drunk in the hallway, I just couldn't leave her lying there, now could I."You ok?" I said as I bent low and whispered in her ear.She mumbled something I couldn't understand."Come on, love," I said taking her under the arms and lifted her to her feet. "What you need is some fresh air."I half carried her outside and the cool air seemed to revive her a bit for she stirred but then she looked like she was going to be. She was grabbing her breast, obviously playing with her nipples through the fabric, and her head was swung back in total ecstasy. Her eyes rolled into her had as she started emitting low moans, and her muscles started clamping and unclamping ."Oh my god, don't stop, keep licking my pussy, oh my god don't STOP!" she started screamingStop he did not, and soon she was cumming all over his face again. Her legs were clamped around his head, and every muscle in her body was visibly tense, and he was.