Shadows from one wing of the house slowly crept towards us. We chatted about the day, Sue Ellen, and how I seemed to attract women without trying.At o...e point, Rachael turned in her chair and put her foot up on the seat, leaning back. She was chatting away, but I lost the conversation.Pure, virginal white caught my attention. The material was as shiny as silk. Rachael’s panties were tight to her vulva that strained against the slinky material as if ready to burst. Her pussy was small, yet full. She would always smile and keep grab my attention by making some small talk with me. Since the beer had taken over my mind and my testosterone, the one time as she started to walk away I smacked her on the ass. Being the flirt that she was, she turned and winked at me saying, "Careful, I might like that." Several times throughout the night she would grab my attention as I walked by and as I turned my head to her, she would look around to make sure no one was looking and flash her tits at me.. Her tits drooping on either end of her body. That was the instant I felt the best in my life. My mother under me, naked and on bed.I looked at those breasts whose nakedness has fed me when I was a child and also prompted me to lust for my mother when I am a grownup. I slowly bent myself to take one of her nipple into my mouth. Mother cried more but did nothing. I licked, and sucked both the breasts.It was a great experience preying on my dear old mother’s wonderful and juicy breasts. My mother. I didn't realize at the time but I enjoyed the humiliation that my wife dealt out. I felt that I deserved it for the perverted thoughts I kept hidden in my head, for the dreams of chains, of leather and of pain. The pain I that I so selfishly desired. I did not realize the other more dangerous and terrible desires that were hidden still deeper within me. As I lay in bed afterwards next to my cruel and snoring wife, I began to realise that I had married the wrong woman.Back to the munch. I had.