One day the inevitable happened, he got an erection. I could feel him grow in my mouth, and it thrilled me, he was responding and giving me feedback, ...nd I responded in the only way I knew, I gave him a 'Blowjob'.Shortly afterwards I went cold turkey on him, and everything stopped. I know my mothering skills had gone awry and I was terrified he would talk about it, but years passed and nothing was said, and we remained very close.Then as I approached my forties, my body awoke sexually, I was. Once I succeeded, I decided not to wait for what I knew would be his next instruction, so I slipped off the bed to my knees, unbuttoned his fly and pulled his pants down to the bottom of what I discovered to be very hairy legs. It was rather hypocritical of me to mind that fact, given how hairy my own were, but it was one more reminder of how "butch" this man was.I took a moment to appreciate the contrast between his rather promising looking bulge and the decidedly un-arousing faded old red. As our naked bodies moved, I watched the sacred ‘mangalsutra’ hang in the air. The ceremonial string was tied on my neck by my husband twenty-two years ago. We had taken oaths not to cheat each other by invoking several deities as witnesses during our wedding. Here I am, letting my own son play with my breasts and clit. I knew that it was immoral and improper but wasn’t willing to stop because of the excitement which ran through me.“Lay straight,” I told Ram. I then turned around and lowered my. ” The next think, I knew, I was in his arms and he carried me into the still waiting shower. The water was still hot and it was finally running down my body, exactly what my body needed after a long day and being manhandled and fucked by the love of my life. Jim kisses me passionately, one more time. I can feel his cock harden between my legs and it really turns me on. He kisses me harder, his tongue is trying to find a way down my throat. I break the kiss and whisper in his ear, “I want that.