She carried a tray with two large glasses and some pickings, and as she moved to the table, her eyes settled on her son's obvious increased swelling, ...He must be having a wet dream', she casually remarked, I smiled, 'Perhaps he is thinking of his mother and his auntie', she handed me the glass, 'Either way', she remarked, 'It looks like he is going to explode', and we both laughed.She sat down and started sipping her wine, her eyes resting on her son's cock, 'You know he has no shame about. He gazed down at me, lust in his eyes. From him, I felt lust, but anger and hurt too.“You’re nothing special. Just a slut like the rest of us. What gives you and your lord the right to come in here and put yourselves over me, disrupting me and my mate?”“Stone, they didn’t,” Hay said.“Sure they did. You telling me you’d invite some lord in here to put me aside and submit to him like that? You’re saying I’d put up with that if I didn’t have to?”Hay shook her head mutely.“If you’re uncomfortable,. Both sets of my lips clung to her and refused to let go. I stopped kissing her and wrapped my arms round her I started to writhe with pleasure and I bit down on her shoulder she moaned and she seemed to be having fun she continued to fuck me and I was thrusting to try and get her fingers deeper into me. All of a sudden I began to feel hotter than I had felt before my thighs felt as though they were on fire and I had this feeling between my legs so strong that I began to shake hard. The feeling. That’s a different feeling for me. With past partners and relationships I found being on top to be hard and then because it was uncomfortable it made sex unpleasant. This wasn’t a physical issue, it was a mental one. Something about being on top made my mind scream no. I can’t even tell you what happened to change that. He held me. He kissed me. In the moments when we would talk about our sex lives even he admitted that he did not completely understand the way it felt when we first.